The novel “Writing Our Way Out” culminated into an interesting experience. As mentioned before, it retains a true darkness that is much more serious and much more uncomfortable than the usual style of darkness involved in my normal kind of books. This is because of how based in reality, how the events were actually reality, they were memoirs who shaped out how characters used to be. I found that the overlaps, even as they approached and wrapped up their stories became exceedingly interesting– how Naji and another found religion, how there were those who found recovery in their families, and how there were those who didn’t have a happy ending- how many of them still come back to Dr. Coogan to visit and discuss with him.
Naji’s story intrigued me the most. His story started out different than others- having experienced the love and warmth of a mother, only to lose her suddenly and have his whole world change. It draws back to the earlier notion in the novel that emphasized along the lines of why Black men love and appreciate their mommas, even if in certain cases they weren’t the most kind. But the depth of his story goes further. Thrown into a life riddled with harsh treatment and abuse by his grandparents (which eventually comes full cycle when Naji ends up taking care of his grandmother). Even as he escapes, he is inevitably sent back to her.
As he seeks affection and love, and after finding it in substance-abuse, in order to pay for that lifestyle and resorting to stealing– he finds himself incarcerated. Within this incarceration, he ends up finding faith in Christianity- observing but then disdaining Islam and joining the 5% faith. This element of contemplation actually spurred on a desire for knowledge and growth. Eventually he would convert to Islam after an awakening experience. After that, he was released and began building a life.
Naji’s story stands out to me because of the personal role that faith played in turning his life around. While I cannot say I have had such a dramatic transformation or such faith of steel, the element of belief, and self-understanding that shaped him and drove him forward was powerful. He wasn’t the only one whose faith saved him, but he was the one that stood out the most to me.