Why Alif Broke the Mold: A Masterpiece of Spiritual Awakening or Just Preachy Television?

Category: Reviews | By: HumaraDrama Editorial | Published: 5/16/2026

Look, let's just put it out there. When Alif first aired back in 2019, it completely split the Pakistani drama fandom right down the middle. Half of us were sitting in front of our screens with lit...

Look, let's just put it out there. When Alif first aired back in 2019, it completely split the Pakistani drama fandom right down the middle. Half of us were sitting in front of our screens with literal goosebumps, thinking, "Wah wah, what a masterpiece." The other half? They were rolling their eyes, complaining that Umera Ahmed had just handed us a televised Friday sermon. And honestly? I can see where both sides are coming from. But if you ask me, Alif was exactly the kind of television we desperately needed in an era obsessed with saas-bahu toxicity and cousin marriages.

The story of Qalb-e-Momin is not your average prime-time romance. Hamza Ali Abbasi, in what might be his most defining role before his own real-life spiritual sabbatical, played the arrogant, successful filmmaker with such raw intensity that you almost hated him in the first few episodes. Remember that scene where he arrogantly dismisses Momina Sultan's audition? The sheer entitlement dripping from his voice was so authentic, yaar. It felt like we were watching a real slice of the Pakistani entertainment industry's dark underbelly. But then comes the fall. The way his character unravels, stripping away the designer suits and the massive ego to find his connection with Allah, is nothing short of brilliant.

Here's the thing about the parallel timelines. A lot of people found the constant switching between Momin's present and his grandfather Abdul Aala's past in Turkey a bit jarring. But bilkul, that was the entire point! You cannot understand the trauma of the grandson without witnessing the spiritual rigidity of the grandfather. Manzar Sehbai as Abdul Aala was an absolute powerhouse. His calligraphy scenes, the quiet dignity in his posture, the way he spoke about the letters of the Arabic alphabet—it was pure poetry. When he explains the meaning of 'Alif' to young Momin, you could feel the weight of generations of spiritual seeking in that one dialogue. It wasn't just acting; it fe