TEMPLE FOLK

In Bilal’s debut, Black American Muslims explore the intricacies of their faith and community.

Taqwa is tasked with writing her father’s eulogy—never an easy assignment, but made more difficult in Taqwa’s case first by the fact that her father’s ghost keeps appearing; second, an alternative narrative to her father’s life has emerged; and finally, her father’s commitment to Islam—he was an imam—may have wavered at the end of his life. The night before the interment, Taqwa sits up late, but in the morning, the eulogy—alas—has not written itself. This story, “Due North,” is one of many meticulously probing stories in Bilal’s debut collection. Each story describes the experiences of Black Muslims with varying levels of commitment to their faith, including at least one nonbeliever. It’s a rare glimpse into a community that has received almost no literary attention, and Bilal is a skillful guide—sympathetic, nuanced, searching, but not uncritical. She describes one character as having “the look of someone who would always be limited by her own cunning, no hope of ever growing wise.” In “Candy for Hanif,” Sister Norah cares for her cognitively delayed son long after her husband has died. “In that moment,” Bilal writes, “the entire city looked to her like a cage, placing limits on what she could know of the world.” Bilal seems to particularly excel in the longer pieces, when she has room to explore. Still, despite the many, many attributes that make up this fine collection, there is a sameness to the structure and style of narration in many of the stories, especially those that are voiced in first person. The narrators tend to resemble each other. That’s something for Bilal to watch out for in later books—clearly, there will be many more.

A beautifully thorough, well-balanced collection.