It’s not a self-help book with steps to follow, but more like a mirror. I found myself putting it down just to think.

What struck me most was how honestly he writes about family and survival without turning it into blame. It’s rare to find a memoir that holds both truth and compassion at the same time.

I read this during a season where everything looked fine on the outside and felt hollow on the inside. Manneh puts language to that gap between who you perform and who you are.