Through His Eyes is a collection of quotes and poetry. A book that will show you what True Love is all about, something that is very rare these days. It is about the language of love that should never die in our lives. Love that will ignite a flame in your heart and keep you warm throughout your life.
The title of the book sounded really romantic, and the description described the book containing "the language of love". The book was the opposite of that, bordering on misogynistic instead. Certain pages ruined the whole book for me. "Men love differently. We do not have to open up our heart and constantly show you the love inside... ...Emotions do not get in the way of your safety." Why are women responsible for showing love and not men? The author (who is male) talked about women wearing hijab as if women wear it for men. "You look better with hijab, Modesty is what protects me from jealousy." No, the hijab is for religion and God. Hijabis are not responsible for the self control of men... The author even stated the bare minimum every man should do and asked women, "But are you worthy of such a king?" He's not a king, he's doing the bare minimum. Anyway, if you're into this sort of thing, then by all means read it. But I definitely did not enjoy it.
Zero stars This book is so misogynistic that it would discuss a man doing the bare minimum and then say that a woman isn’t worthy of such a king. What do you mean? How can a man do the bare minimum, such as respecting a woman, be so grand? This author is a MAN discussing WOMEN’S roles and what women should do. It is none of your concern.
ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE I WOULDVE RATHER CHOPPED MY FINGERS ONE BY ONE AND WASHED MY EYES WITH BLEACH THAN EVER READ THIS TRASH, IT WAS NOT JUST USING RELIGION AS AN XCUSE TO BE MYSGONISTIC IT HAD ONE OF THE MLST HORRIBLE WRITING EVER IT WAS PAINFUL TO READ TOO CRINGE. WHY WAS THE WRITING SO BASIC AND DUMB LOL ??? Like I can’t believe people think these are poems and the fact that he thinks that girls think about his ass 24/7??? The only reason I gave it one star is because it made me cringe so bad that I starting laughing this book belongs in the comedy category
Bro needs to be humbled. It’s not that deep; the female population doesn’t exist to seduce you we do most things for ourselves. I physically cannot finish the book it gives me second hand embarrassment. May allah buried you to a wife with lots of patience.
I enjoy the first book but this one is anything but about the language of love. After reflecting on this one again, I made my mind and gave it 1 star. Using religion, doing bare minimum and calling yourself a king for any woman to ear? Sorry bro, not interested
"being her bodyguard against the world, because she is a princess and in Islam we treat our women like queens" good book & would recommend! A little bit over priced though ...
This book opened my eyes... to the boundless possibilities of the literary medium.
"Through His Eyes" (or THE for short—that surely won't be confusing), coming in at a brisk one hundred and ninety-two pages, is a unique gem. A work of art unlike any other. Equally fit for both gifting to friends or cursing upon enemies.
The more narrow-minded among us write off THE as misogynistic, amateur rambling. Others regard THE as a poor attempt at parody, using religion as both spear and shield. Such critics have failed to do as the title humbly requests: to look at THE through his eyes.
The truly wise among us recognise THE for what it is: a modern masterpiece in aphoristic writing, standing head and shoulders above lessers like Nietzsche or Cioran.
Part of the brilliance of THE lies in its brevity—the soul of wit—an essential feature given the profound, complex thoughts contained within. The mark of mastery is the ability to convey a lifetime's worth of wisdom in a few short words. Why waste time on paragraphs, transitions, or the petty constraints of proper grammar when one can go even further beyond—to not just think, but also write, outside the box?
This is a philosopher who has transcended mere logic and entered the realm of pure, unadulterated vibe.
Take, for instance, the towering intellectual achievement, "Don't be sad because sad spelled backwards is das und das ist nicht gut." The sheer audacity! The effortless blend of English, German, and a fundamental understanding of human psychology, all synthesized into a motivational mantra for the ages. If that doesn't belong on a golden plaque next to La Rochefoucauld's grave, I simply don’t know what does.
The author is a multi-faceted polymath, and his genius shines across all disciplines of human interaction. Observe his masterful application of the Socratic method in the modern age: "I DM'ed this Muslim girl and called her sister. She got pset... I said, if you don't want to be my sister, I'll call you auntie instead." The uninitiated see rudeness. The enlightened see a brilliant test of character. He is not being insulting; he is bestowing wisdom through affliction, forcing her to confront her own attachments to arbitrary labels.
The author provides an uncompromising guide to romance. Forget the works of Shakespeare or Austen: mere drabs who droned on and on about dry topics in cumbersome detail, beating both themes and reader interest to death. What did Romeo and Juliet teach us about actually scheduling a date? Nothing. Useless.
These lesser writers lacked the courage to simply state the facts, to distil the wisdom of the ages into short, powerful, and highly-practical maxims. Ones that hit the reader with the force of a ten-tonne truck:
"Life is short. Text him first." — A transcendental text on romance and existential dread. It highlights the tension of realizing one's mortality, burdened by old conventions of proactive courtship. Why couldn't Kierkegaard just say this?
"You are the sea, and I am the sky. Nobody is in between, so when would yu like to meet?" — This is not a pickup line; it is a statement on cosmological necessity. The horizon is but an illusion, the meeting of soulmates, an astronomical certainty. The typo in "yu" is a deliberate flourish, an imperfection that proves the text's humanity.
"I whispered in her ear 'I Love You' and she said, 'repeat it in my other ear so I regain my balance'." — A masterful deconstruction of the power of the spoken word and male-female power dynamics, made succinctly using... inner-ear equilibrium. It is nothing short of genus, and if you don’t understand, you simply lack the intellectual subtlety to process the layered symbolism of the vestibulocochlear functions of the Eustachian tube. The author fearlessly tackles the complex world of aesthetics and body politics. "Don't you dare think about cosmetic surgery... He has cursed those people. You are a Queen. Period." This is the definitive text on beauty and power. He is not being controlling; he is liberating her from the prison of choice. He frees her from the vague tyranny of "societal pressure" by replacing it with his own clear, concise, and infinitely more manageable benevolent dictatorship. The final command, "Do not argue with me," is not a threat; it is the calm, firm, reassuring final word of a man who simply knows.
The critics of THE, blinded by their adherence to literary conventions, fail to see the author’s keen, meta-textual self-awareness. The repeated inclusion of the closing signature "s.hukr" is not merely an authorial sign-off; it is a spiritual invocation, a subtle reminder to be grateful for the wisdom you have just been blessed with. Gratitude is the first virtue.
THE isn't simply a book you read. It is an experience you have; a state of mind you achieve after repeated exposure to truths so simple, yet so elegantly phrased, that your brain resets itself to a higher plane of existence.
Buy it for the person you love. Buy it for the person you hate. Read it yourself. You might regret it, but you'll never forget it... A journey of one hundred and ninety-two memorable destinations.