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While they are there

Daily Prompt: Sleepy Time
More and more of us go to bed too late because of sleep procrastination. What are the nighttime rituals that keep you up before finally dozing off?

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At the end of a day going to sleep

Is a big hurdle I do declare

I have to wash and clean

Before to bed I repair

You know who take their blessed time

iPhones keep them busy while they are there

They take their time while I do wait

What I do is doze in the armchair

Hurrah! The wait is over my turn comes

Though I am annoyed I forebear

Wash my face do ablution

Now what I do is say Isha prayer

Finally breath a sigh of relief and lie on my bed

But it’s twelve already to my despair
(Sheen)

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To Banish Blues

Daily Prompt: Make Me Smile
If you’re feeling blah, what is the one thing you do that you can count on to put a smile on your face?

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When my husband R was alive, the first thing I did was to tell him about any problem I was facing. Most of the time, I wasn’t even aware of a problem. He liked to shield me of worries. The first day of his death and burial, was shock and crying. The second day was the realization that I had to face the world on my own, and that I was alone and defence less.

I take God as my friend. I talk to him, when things go wrong, and I ask Him for help. A quick prayer to Him soothes me.

I immerse myself in a book. Nowadays I read light fiction with happy endings. I stay clear of murders or intrigue stories. I forget my own difficulties, and get lost in the book. I get a respite.

I call my daughter. Nola is a very level headed person. She doesn’t get fazed easily. She looks for solutions. After talking to her, the acceptance comes, and the feelings of panic subsides.

I lie down to sleep. When I wake up, I am refreshed. The situation doesn’t seems that threatening. The sleep clears up my head.

Find something light on Netflix and the movie makes me forget my problem for a while.

This is sweet and funny on YouTube. I hope the link works.

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Learning The Quran

Before learning the Quran, a person has to start with a preliminary book called the Qaida. This has the Arabic alphabets (28 in all) plus the different shapes of the alphabets when they are joined. A religious teacher makes you learn their different sounds. After finishing the Qaida, you start with the Quran.

Normally, parents start with their children at an early age. They hire a teacher who can come and spend time with the child to make him or her learn. Now times are different. It’s easy to connect to a teacher via internet. My learning started at the age of three. A maid servant would accompany me to a nearby mosque. My lessons were thrice a week. I used to dread going there. The moulvi sahib (religious teacher) would be punishing boys left and right (I was the only girl there). Though he was never harsh with me, it was scary for me. Fortunately, my father got posted from that area so my learning came to a stop.

After a longer period, I started again with a lady teacher. My mother would send me to her house twice a week. This lady was a smiling sort of a woman. I don’t think I learnt a great deal from her. After my mother died and I shifted from uncle’s house to live with my father, my school started. Father hired another moulvi sahib to come in the evenings daily, except for weekends. I would be tired from school and homework, and there would come the moulvi sahib. I resented him a lot. Why? Because he would make me recite the Holy Book over and over (there was no escape from it) and my elder brother Lala would go scot free after a few minutes of his lessons. I would be sitting for hours on end (to me the time looked endless) and wanting to go and play.

One day I got so fed up with my teacher I threw my sipara (one of the thirty parts of the Quran) down on the floor. It was a terrible thing to do. I expected dire punishment from him, but he calmly told me to pick it up and went on with the lesson. I don’t exactly remember when I finished learning the Quran. Perhaps I was about seven.

I was eleven when my father gave me a Quran with English translation by Abdullah Yusuf Ali as a gift. It was a marvelous gift. To this day, I have not seen a better translation. Before that, I did not know what was written as it was all in Arabic. Reading the Holy Book with translation opened its doors to me. My favorite time was reading the Quran after Fajr (morning prayers). Here, I confess sheepishly, I think as a child the stories fascinated me more than the religious aspect of it.

My childhood reading continued into adulthood. The Quran has always been my mentor, guiding me on the right path. Shukr Alhumdulillah (thanks and praise be to Allah) for giving me this Book. I would have been lost without it. Reading it has always been an uplifting experience for me. The Quran opens a person’s spiritual eyes. I always feel a sense of wonder,joy and elation. I feel truly blessed. There so many people who go through life unaware of what they are missing.