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My Favorite Book

Daily Prompt: Off the Shelf
Take a look at your bookcase. If you had enough free time, which book would be the first one you’d like to reread? Why?

There is one book which I have read many times over, but I still haven’t my fill of it. I started reading it as a child. As a teenager (without anyone telling me) I started reading its translation along with the original words of Arabic.

I have reread it every year of my life many times, always with translation. I feel I am a better person because of it. I have always sought guidance from it.

Every time I read it, I discover a new depth, and meaning to it. I have always found solace, peace, and comfort from it. If I am worried, and open its’ pages, the verse I see confirms to my need at the moment. It’s truly a book of miracles, and a guidance for all humanity.

My favorite book is Quran.


Dust In the Wind

Daily Prompt: Odd Trio Redux
Time for another odd time prompt: write a post about any topic you want in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.


Today, 2nd August is the second death anniversary of my husband R.

Yesterday we held a Quran Khawani for him. There are thirty parts to read. I was expecting half of them left to me to finish later on, but thankfully five remained. One lady (mother of a friend), who looked so wise and old managed three, the same as me. Some ladies read two each. While the rest of them managed one only.

Children had come with their mothers. They ran about in flip-flops. Most of them remained upstairs in the children’s playroom.

After finishing the reading, we served food. My daughter-in-law had made the Pulao and baked chicken pieces. I had ordered some dishes from a local restuarant. I had made halwa and a beans salad. The ladies loved the halwa I had made, and asked for a recipe. I had a burn mark (to show) on my left arm, which I had acquired in the making of halwa.

The children liked slices of cake, and ice cream.

I held my tears at bay, when finally we said Dua for R.

Dust In the Wind


Daily Prompt: The Eighth Sin
Remember the seven cardinal sins? You’re given the serious task of adding a new one to the list — another trait or behavior you find particularly unacceptable, for whatever reason. What’s sin #8 for you? Why?

Sadequain’s painting. A verse from the Quran, Surah Al Rahman:
“Then which of the favors of your Lord will ye deny?”
(Sadequain was an artist from Pakistan. He was one of the greatest).

For me the eighth sin is “not to be grateful to God”.

We forget that whatever we have is from God alone.

We don’t appreciate what we have. We don’t acknowledge, don’t show thankfulness to God. We don’t realize our blessings on day to day bases.

Let’s give thanks to God.


Can I be a Saint?

Daily Prompt: A True Saint
In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.

I do believe that there were, (and are) good, virtuous people on this earth. They helped (and are helping) humanity, and their lives are exemplary for ordinary folks like us.

I am just an ordinary person. I don’t think I can be anywhere close to the definition of a saint. If for some illogical reason I think I am a saintly person, then I should get my head examined.

Sorry, I can’t be a saint, cause I am a Muslim. In Islam it’s considered a “Shirk” (شرك), if you pray to someone other than God. You can only ask God for help.

If a saintly person is alive, and he asks God to intercede on your behalf, his prayer might be accepted by God. Once that saintly person dies, he ceases to be of any help. He can’t hear your pleas, because he is dead. The dead can’t hear us. Their lives are over.

There are all sorts of people in my religion Islam. Most of them have never studied the Quran. Quran is a book of guidance. They never sought guidance from it.

What many Muslims do (I am ashamed to say) they wrap the Quran, and put it in a place. Occasionally they take it out, and after kissing it, touching their eyes to it, put it back again in a high place. Some of them have never looked at it. These Muslims never learned what’s there to learn, true words from God.

These Muslims only carry the name, they have nothing to do with Islam. Some of them only bring a bad name to Islam. At moments like those I wish I could disappear from the face of earth.

They forget that someday they are going to meet their Creator, face to face. They will have to answer to their deeds.

Here I do ask: why a bad person (who may be a Muslim) who does a dastardly deed, Islam and Quran is dragged through mud by the media and anti Muslim people?

Nothing like that happens if a bad man is a Jew or a Christian. Why the discrimination?

To tell the truth, I always breathe a sigh of relief when that person turns out to be a non Muslim.

Can I be a Saint?

Break the Silence

When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said.

The Prophet Muhammad’s resting place. Masjid Nabwi, Madina, Saudi Arabia. (Photo by FJ)

Thank you Ben for the prompt, otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this.

About three days earlier I came upon a post. I have this question to ask: Why are you misquoting God’s book?

Are you not lying?

What I don’t understand: Why are people so afraid of Islam, that they resort to mudslinging the Prophet Muhammad ( peace be upon him), and God’s book Quran?

They change the meaning to their own contorted version and lies.

Why do you blame Islam and the Quran, when you come across those who follow the path of darkness, and are friends of Satan?
I don’t think any religion teaches evilness.

Why do you drag Islam, the Quran, the Prophet and all innocent Muslims when an evil person does something?
Your intention should be to draw attention to the crime not to degrade all Muslims.

Why not simply say the name or names of those who commit a crime?

When are you going to stop?

Is there a limit?

Break the Silence

God is One

Daily Prompt: Reason to Believe
In Reason to Believe, Bruce Springsteen sings, At the end of every hard-earned day/people find some reason to believe.
What’s your reason to believe?

My mother died, when I was very young. My elder brother, (eight years elder than me) and I lived with father, after her death. My three younger siblings were looked after by the grandmothers.

Father was away most of the time. My older brother would be out playing with his friends. My life was school and home. At home, I would be found, swinging in the garden.

My education from class1 to class 3, was at a Convent School. My earlier religious education was conflicting. The Mother Superior at the Convent would drill the children, that Jesus was the son of God. The Maulvi Sahib, (religious teacher) at home, who used to teach me reading of the Quran, would say, “God is One, there is no god but He.”

I was, but a child. I thought that probably two gods existed in a parallel Universe.

At the same time, I would watch our cook saying his five times prayers. Sometimes I would stand beside him, emulating the way he used to pray, without understanding one bit. At night time, when he was saying the Isha Prayers, I would stand beside him. During prostration, I would fall asleep on the prayer mat.

Growing up, I started reading the translation of the Quran by myself. I loved reading it, and discovered the One, True God.

I understood that God is One. He sent his Messengers on earth, and Jesus was one of the Messengers. God has no need to beget a son. It’s but a lie.

In Surah Ikhlas (The Purity of Faith) Chapter 112, God Says:
Say: He is Allah
The One and Only
Allah, the Eternal, Absolute
He begetteth not
Nor is He begotten
And there is none
Like unto Him

Without my belief in God, I would have had a miserable life. I am thankful to God, for everything in my life.

God is One


Daily Prompt: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it in all it’s ethereal glory. If no dreams stand out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening details out.


My best dream was seeing my husband in my dreams after a period of two months absence. I wrote about it in my post, “GONE” March, 2013.

About two weeks back, I had a nightmare. I moved here in May last year. Till this month I never had a bad dream in my stay here.

In my dream I saw myself standing in the backyard of my son’s home. It is night time, and I can see my surroundings in moonlight. Something heavy is clinging to my back. I see it’s black, creepy, elongated hand on my right arm.

I am trying to shriek. My voice is coming out in whispers only. I am calling my husband. In my dream I think he is sleeping inside the house, although in reality it is one and a half year since his death. Coming back to my nightmare, my husband is oblivious to my calls. I am trying to call him loudly, but my voice is making no sound.

In desperation I am trying to shake the thing on my back. I want to throw it to the ground, but it isn’t dislodging.

The thing is heavy and I am in terror. I don’t see anyone coming to help me. Desperate, I remember to call God for help, and start reciting “Ayat-ul-Kursi”. (These are the ayats, (verses) from Quran, 2nd chapter, section 34, ayat 255)

Suddenly I woke up from my bad dream. I could still feel the weight of the thing on my back. I got up and had a glass of water. After lying back on bed I recited Ayat-ul-Kursi and went back to sleep.

Two days later, I had another nightmare. This time I saw myself in bed, lying on my back. Two (ugly, exceptionally tall, black in color, weird in their shapes) things were standing on the right side of my bed. They were trying to get near me. It was odd, but this time I was not terror struck. I calmly recited Ayat-ul-Kursi and woke up.

In the morning I gave some money in charity to ward off the evil spirits. From one they had multiplied to two, so I was perturbed as to why I was having nightmares.

I told my daughter when she phoned me. As usual she had a solution. She told me to click on http://quranexplorer.com and to play the Quran in my room.

For three consecutive days I played the 2nd chapter, Surah Al Baqarah, every morning to get rid of the Shayateen (evil spirits).

After that I put the Quran on continuous play. It plays in the back ground. At night, after saying my night prayers, I specifically put it on before sleeping. It is comforting and I am not having any nightmares.


Saving Life

I had an unexpected guest one morning. She was my d in law’s mother. Looking at her I saw she was crying. Concerned I asked her, “What’s the matter?” In between sniffles she told me that her d in law L was having an abortion. Greatly perturbed, she had asked L not to do it. She had asked her son to stop L from doing it. Her son had replied that it was totally L’s decision, and she could do what she wanted to do.

On an impulse I picked up the phone and dialed L’s number. Thankfully she was still at home and had not left for the hospital. For the next one hour I kept on talking to her, although I was not getting a positive response. I told her that God doesn’t like for us to take a life. It is clearly written in the Quran. Her reason was that at this stage she could not take care of a third child. I told her, she should have thought of this before. For now she should have this child and later on she could take a number of precautions and can quit having further children.

Three years later I saw L. She was all smiles when she pushed her daughter towards me and said,”This is who you saved.”

Photo courtesy of Web



I am staying with my son. It’s so different from staying on my own. At my own home I remained busy. Looking after the house, getting groceries, cooking, gardening, going for my Quran classes, visiting friends and relatives or having them in return, the days whizzed by. Here, mostly I sit in my room overlooking the back lawn and stare out of the window. 😕 Occasionally a bird stirs and fly through and that’s it.

My days brighten up when my sister calls, so I get someone to talk to. She introduced me to VC Andrews recently. I got my third book of VC and have started reading it. I am so glad that I have got books to read otherwise I would have died of boredom.

Books are fun. They are companions. They take you to their world, making you forget the world you are in. I am weak at heart and that’s why I choose light fiction in books. At times even these books have scary parts which gives me terrible pangs. What I do is—— skip that part, or jump right to the end to see that, ‘All’s Well.’ I see in my mind’s eye at moments like these, my granddaughter M2 shaking her head at me, “No Nano, you can’t do this.”


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.