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A Light Needed

This is Masha’Allah our third year in our present home. The first time I glimpsed the house on the pages sent by the realtor, I fell in love with it. I was a bit apprehensive before seeing the house that it may not look as good as in the pictures. It had happened to me in reality.

This was back in 2013. I was looking for a small apartment to live on my own, away from Son and his wife (his ex now). The realtor showed me one. It looked gorgeous in pictures. It turned out to be completely different, and extremely dirty. It required a fortune to renovate, which was beyond my means.

Coming to the story of our present home, it wasn’t a total disappointment. The outside was as it looked in pictures. There were certain drawbacks, but nothing which couldn’t be fixed. One such minor thing was the patio light in the backyard.

I asked Son, time and again —— please change the light.

You can think that in two years time that an itsy bitsy problem must have ceased to exist. An empathetic NO. It’s still there. Alas! Son, and I don’t look at things the same way. What I need is a simple light which can light up the backyard with a touch of a button. Son bought a sensor light which didn’t light up when needed. For a few seconds it came on, and then you kept waving at it, danced before it, did acrobats, it refused to come on.

My bedroom windows faces the backyard. At night I could see the light was on most of the time. Probably it came on for a mosquito to see its’ way, or for a snail crawling on the patio, or for the wind blowing. For us it wouldn’t light up.

A day, or so earlier Son gave me the good news that he had installed a new light. Last night I checked it. What a bummer! This new one had a camera too. Whilst it blinked furiously at me in the dark there wasn’t any light I could see switching on.

I can resign myself for another wait of two years.

Farewell

I’m a sucker for a British voice. Why? I don’t know. I have always loved the way Britishers speak. Somehow it’s music to me.

The Queen’s death has brought back memories of Diana. I cried the whole day, when she died. I was staying at that time with daughter in Cleveland, Ohio. Her death was unbelievable, probably because it was so tragic, and sudden. The sad face of twelve years old Prince Harry haunts me, and still brings tears to my eyes.

I can never reconcile myself to Camilla being the queen. She usurped the place where Diana should have been. I wish the Queen had brought Charles to heel. She should have intervened on Diana’s behalf, and threatened him that he won’t be king. The Queen, and the Queen Mother were indifferent to Diana’s plight.

Queen Elizabeth has been the face of Great Britain for a long time. I can understand her peoples’ grief for her. I never thought that she will be gone, thinking she might live to a hundred. A death is always a sad occurrence, but that’s the way we all have to go.

Yaum ul Arafah

Yaum means Day. Today is Yaum ul Arafah. It’s the ninth day of Zil Haj (according to the Lunar Calendar). The day after is Eid ul Adha, a major Islamic holiday. It’s the second day of Haj (the pilgrimage to Mecca which is binding on all Muslims who have the means to do so).

Fasting on this day is an expiation for two years.

Today is a day of Mercy from Allah. Your prayers are answered. Last night I asked Son to tuck away his phone for a day, and concentrate more on prayers, and dua. Son is addicted to his iPhone. It’s a mega tussle to get his attention once he is on his iPhone.

It’s the day on which Islam was perfected for us.

Allah Says in the Quran (Surah Al Maidah 5:3)

The Quran

The Muslim image is distorted before people of other faiths. In the western world the media has painted a horrific view of Muslims. In spite of that more, and more people are reverting to Islam. Reverts used to change their names to Muslim names, but nowadays they keep their previous names. Probably the main reason is that they fear rejection, and hate in the eyes of their friends, family, and at their work places.

I feel saddened that while others are accepting Islam, many people who were born Muslims are not worthy of it. They are only in name Muslims. Their actions bring a bad name to Islam.

A Time to Learn

Today is Fourth of July. A happy day to you.

Son with his wife and baby M has gone to Galveston. They did their level best to take me along. I refused. I have been so many times there, I didn’t feel like going. D in law enjoys fireworks. It doesn’t matter if she has seen them previously. She likes them immensely.

Monday is my day of Tajweed. My teacher, and I connect through Zoom. I have asked my teacher to allow me to watch when she is with the other students. This way I’m constantly revising what I have learnt earlier. Today I wished I wasn’t online. One of the new student was very rude.

We are on camera, when we (the students) are reciting our lessons. This way the teacher see the way we pronounce the words, and she corrects us. The new one didn’t want the camera. She insisted on no camera. The teacher corrected her on a word, to which she said she was going to say the word as she was taught by her previous teacher.

Our teacher tried to explain to her that since her way , and the student’s earlier teacher differed, it would be best if she continued with her previous teacher. The student was adamant that she won’t go back, but she would continue the way she was reciting. It was an ugly confrontation, and I felt terrible watching it.

No one is perfect, and learning never stops. Your life ends, but learning goes on.

Shadows on the Wall (2)

There are shadows on the wall

They are still there to see

The ones on the right

They keep smiling at me

But the ones on the left

They keep frowning at me

So I keep looking straight

With my Dado at my side

Singing a lullaby for me

(Sheen-June2022)

Maryam (my grand daughter)

The above poem is the second one (Shadows on the Wall).

My Trials of Tajweed

It was last year when Nola (daughter) suggested that I should take Tajweed classes, to take steps for the betterment of my Akhira. Akhirah is the term used in Islam to describe the belief in everlasting life after death. Muslims regard life on Earth as a test from Allah, to prepare them for eternal life. Importantly, though, Muslims believe that Allah will not test them beyond their limits.

Better late than never I had to decide to learn the proper way to recite the Quran. It should be understood that the Quran is originally in Arabic. All over the world people like me (if they want) learn to read it the proper way.

My daughter gave me a number to call. The lady didn’t respond. Nola then talked to someone else on my behalf. After a few days lapse this one replied. Nola put me on the phone. Days went by waiting if the lady would add me to her Tajweed class. Nothing happened.

I decided to call my present teacher Gul who lives in Saudi Arabia. Every year I join in for her Dora Quran during Ramadan. I asked her if she could teach me Tajweed. She agreed, and so my days of struggle began. It is a Herculean effort to learn the proper way to pronounce the written words of Quran.

In front of camera, with the teacher watching me, my brain would get addled. From which area of the mouth, or throat the letter should come out, my 🧠 would decide to go fuzzy. Whatever I had memorized would altogether disappear into the realms of stratosphere, leaving me with complete loss of memory. Shamefaced I would stutter. I was feeling a complete failure thinking maybe I should give up. I developed a low opinion of myself, coming to the conclusion that I was a dimwit.

Prior to the beginning of the past Ramadan the teacher was having an acute shortage of time, so she decided to take the Tajweed class of all the participants at the same time. My opinion of myself took a one eighty degree turn. Masha’Allah! After listening to the others, I wasn’t the complete failure I thought myself to be.

I’m in complete awe of those who are reverts. How do they manage?

Pastime

One of my favorite thing to do is reading. Nothing serious — something light to read so that I can immerse myself into forgetting my troubles, and my worries. To breathe, calm myself into believing that the world is not a terrible place to live.

A few years back I clicked on a movie. I rarely see a movie. For a movie one has sit for an hour, or two, or more. If the movie turns out to be a drudge, one is disappointed through, and through.

A month back, I started reading a book. As I read the story, I realized the characters seemed familiar. I realized it then that I was reading the book on which the film was made. The book is Me Before You, and the film name is the same.

Me Before You

It happens rarely that a movie turns out as marvelous as the book. Most of the time a lot of changes have been done to the original, and I’m never happy with the movies made from original books. I mostly forget the gist, and name of movies seen by me. The book My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult is hard to forget. The movie has a different ending from the book.

I was in luck. After reading Me Before You, I got to read the the second one After You, and then the third one Still Me. Finally the story of Louisa came to an end. I’m now hooked on Jojo Moyes the authoress. I have just finished another book of hers The Girl You Left Behind. The beginning is set in France when the Germans have taken it. One hopes never to encounter the hardships, and misery suffered by the masses in wars.

I’m now looking for The Giver of Stars, but haven’t found it.