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Daughters of Abraham

The Star of David

Nola (daughter), and I were on our way to meet Daughters of Abraham at a local synagogue. Nola has joined the group. This was a meeting between ladies of various faiths like Muslims, Christians, and Jews. One, or two atheists had joined the fray too.

Mostly the ladies wanted to know more about Eid al Adha, and the Qurbani (sacrifice). Nola explained to them about Prophet Ibrahim (Abraham), and his son Ismail (Ishmael). Ibrahim saw in a dream that he was sacrificing his son. When Ibrahim decides to act upon the dream, God substitutes a ram in place.

Nola’s friend Merry who is a Christian had brought her mother to meet me. We hit it off with each other immediately, and sat together the whole time, while Nola circulated amongst the other ladies. In between chatting we had ice creams.

This was a day of getting to know each other. We have the same prophets, although the pronunciation differs. Muslims believe in one God. We revere all the prophets, and falsehood about them in other scriptures isn’t there in the Quran.

The next meeting will be held after a fortnight, but I will be Insha’Allah back in New Bedford.

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Fasting

As Muslims, we are getting much nearer to the end of our thirty days fasting period — the month which is known as Ramadan. When God decreed it centuries ago for believers, many didn’t know how beneficial it was to health, but now fasting has been proven through scientific knowledge, of utmost value to our health.

One thing I can vouch for is shinning white teeth. Normally I brush my teeth thrice a day minimally, but in Ramadan probably I do more. Once I’m in the bathroom, I reach for the toothpaste almost reflexively— forgetting I’ve not eaten anything since Sehr timings. The result is that teeth shine like pearls — Masha’Allah!

When my late husband was alive, and I lived in Pakistan, every Ramadan started with Dora Quran. It was held at a friend’s house where like minded ladies gathered every Thursday to read, and gain more insight into Quran, and Islam. With the beginning of Ramadan the meeting was held every day, and we women had Dora Quran which meant a quick reading of one Sipara (one part of the Quran– there are thirty parts) each day. It used to be quite comprehensive, as it entailed various aspects of our religion.

Then dear husband died, and I got permanently shifted to the US. It has been five years now, and I missed the valuable lessons about being a better human than I initially was, and doing charity work which I learnt through our weekly meetings.

This year I got lucky that my daughter visited me just before the beginning of Ramadan. Daughter was getting audio recordings daily from her neighbor in Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Her neighbor held Dora Quran. My daughter asked that I should be included in getting the audio recordings daily. Jazak’Allah Khair to the lady for including me. It’s really inspiring.

It’s told that Angels are present when the Quran is read in the mornings. Normally I read two pages every morning after Fajr Prayers, and again when I’m having breakfast I read, and listen to it on my iPad.

It was a revelation to read Chapter 19, Surah Shuarah, Ayat 196 that Quran is the same book which earlier generations received from Torah to the Bible. Basically the teachings are the same except for the parts where they slung mud at the prophets, and distorted the fact that God is One only, and no other exists beside Him. Those books got muddled, and distorted through the hands of misguided zealots.

Religious fanatics against Islam are trying their best to do the same thing to Quran, but it’s almost impossible, as there are many Muslims who memorize each and every word. Even if distortions occur no one can put false interpretations in each, and every copy. A true version will be always be there till the end of time.

Above My Feet

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My room in the new place is a cramped one. There is hardly any space to move in it. To open the sliding doors for getting fresh air inside my room (I’m apt to do it at least twice, or thrice a day), I have to scrape my legs between the bed, and sofa. Why Son had the brilliant idea (without asking me first) of moving the two seater into my room? I’ve no idea, but it has certainly made me mad at him.

After Fajr prayer I usually read two pages from the Quran, duas, and then try to memorize a few Ayats till it’s time for the Ishraq prayer. The Quran lies on top of my dresser. It’s handy there. When I finish with my prayers, it’s near. The thing is the dresser is towards the foot of my bed. Technically my feet are much lower, and the Quran is really above. When I lie on the bed, my feet face the dresser, so I worry about being disrespectful.

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Deny

Below is a painting by Sadiquain (an artist from Pakistan). It’s a calligraphic. The words are from Surah Rahman. Rahman means God. Throughout this Surah the words which are repeated are: Which is it, of the favors of your Lord, that ye deny?

الرَّحْمَٰنُ  ﴿١﴾؅ 1. The Beneficent

خَلَقَ الْإِنْسَانَ مِنْ صَلْصَالٍ كَالْفَخَّارِ  ﴿١٤﴾؅ 14. He created man of clay like the potter’s,

وَخَلَقَ الْجَانَّ مِنْ مَارِجٍ مِنْ نَارٍ  ﴿١٥﴾؅  15. And the jinn did He create of smokeless fire.

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ  ﴿١٦﴾؅. 16. Which is it, of the favours of your Lord, that ye deny?

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Jiffy

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Son when driving is always in a jiffy to reach a place. If I sit in the front seat (I usually do when grandson IB is not in the car with us. When he is: I prefer to sit in the back with him), I remember God with every breath I take.

Why?

The car races with demonic speed to its’ destination, and outside the windows, scenes flash by in a blur. I hold onto my seat with both hands, chanting Quranic Verses under my breath to keep us safe, thinking the end is near.

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Distant

Coming August will mark the fifth death anniversary of my late husband. With passing on of the years my late husband is becoming a distant memory. I feel more of his presence in both homes in Peshawar, and the village home than here in Houston.

One reason can be that his photos hang in my own homes. They keep his memory alive. The photographs mark happy times in our lives with no shadow of death looming over them. They evoke happy times. The one hanging in the hallway shows him dressed in his military uniform, and looking totally handsome, and beguiling. The other one has both of us, covers a wall in the large kitchen in our Peshawar home.

My Quran teacher said that dead people’s photographs shouldn’t be displayed in our homes. That is one reason there is a small photo of my husband only on the fridge which son has pasted, and I have not hung any others here. Anyway the home I share with son is his, although all the furniture, and things belong to me.

I am not going to remove the photographs in my own homes. It maybe wrong according to my religious teacher, but I can’t deny the comfort they bring to my heart when I look at them. Maybe God won’t disapprove, and look over my misdoing.

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Distant

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Stylish

Stylish doesn’t mean wearing stylish clothes, and accessories only. It means taking care of the rest of your personality. 

A lady A in my Quran classes was extremely stylish, and talented.  She wore fantastic clothes. She designed her own clothes. Each one was a creation by itself. We sat at opposite ends of the class. There were few sofas, and chairs.  Rest of the class would sit on the carpet facing the teacher. As I can’t sit on the floor, and everyone knew it, so my seat near the door was always reserved. No one sat in it, even if I wasn’t there.

One day A was late. Her seat was taken. A seat near me was empty. She came to sit in it. While taking notes I inadvertently had a glance at her feet. The toe nails had over grown, and were growing twisted. Gross! I mentally shuddered.

Why didn’t she cut her nails? Or was it a bizarre form of fashion?

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