A compassionate story of the ups and downs of a man's search for God. Along the way he forms an extraordinarily close but unpopular friendship with a Sufi mystic. If you can get over the Arabic language then it's a pleasant, short read. A helpful glossary of terms is provided at the back.
It was not just protection from his responsibilities that Jalal sought in his father, but protection against far greater forces. Kneeling beside his father on that day, watching the colour drain from his face he realised that without an interlocutor he would be face to face with God .... He prostrated himself, praying for so long that his beard, wet with tears, froze to the ground. And still his father died.