The 5-year-old me was fascinated,
seeing my mother reading unabated;
The 10-year-old me loved to recite,
speed and defeating my sibling was the appetite; The 16-years-old me started reading the translation, in order to grasp the
narration;
The 20-year-old me dived
into Tafsir, discovering pearls like
‘Maududi’ and ‘Kathir’; Migrating through
Ramayana, Mahabharat and
Bible and the Quran;
the journey itself was a trial, but for my soul vital;
mountains cannot hold its weight, but it was “Ummat-eMohammed’s”(saw) fate; counsel for “Ashraful Makhluqat’s” trait, for “People of the book” to conflate;
reading my Rabb’s invaluable words, unbeknownst emotions were
stirred;
books of the world got blurred,
thirst for my Rabb’s emerged;
“Verily in the remembrance of Allah(swt), do hearts find rest”,
the guilt, the trauma, the tears, caressed;
‘Kun Faya Kunʼ expressed,
issues of my heart addressed;
Isn’t this book outstandingly brilliant ?
dealing with both- the
vulnerable and resilient, Dunya becoming increasingly malignant, yet the Quran is consistent; art, commerce, science – broadly,
yet all issues covered succinctly; relevant yesterday , relevant today, relevant tomorrow, the significance continues to grow.
so blessed is a Hafiz, favoured immensely to be a
whiz;
a ‘miracle’ of the
Prophet(saw) for the heart’s bliss,
ready to pull it out from the abyss;
meanwhile i struggle with Hifdh and Tajweed, too stubborn to recede; envious of the breed, who has mastered the revelations of our creed; And my thoughts end with a dream,
that my Rabb supreme; appreciates my ‘Tajweed’, in the gardens of ‘Jannah’, in the presence of the Jannati decreed.
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