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Ibrahim and Amna have aged, slightly, now 6 and 3, and have recently moved into a new home. Their Ammi (aka Khadija), originally from Karachi, Pakistan, continues to narrate the story, alternately leading and following in the children’s adventures. She has resumed some of her professional work, albeit from home, but still appears to devote most of her time to shepherding the children through their Quranic study as well as focusing on her own hifdh (Quranic memorization/preservation), under the guidance of Hafidha Rabia, who hails from Jakarta.
The story takes place over just 17 days, during Ramadan, and each chapter delves deeper into issues of Quran and life. The goal of the story is not to teach Surah Ya Sin per se, rather to show how learning the surah may unfold in a 21st century Western family, with many of the same challenges that we all face.
Ya Sin: a hifdh journey in America is for all who are interested, including parents who are helping to coach their children in learning and memorizing Quran or more general Quranic study. The author also hopes to reach out to non-Muslims (especially any who may be linked to cross-cultural families), trying to navigate and understand some of the intricacies of the ‘culture’ of Islam, especially with regard to the Quran. In addition, the text may be used in a classroom environment by teachers of any faith or conviction who seek to present Islam, and more specifically the Quran, in a positive ‘real life’ ‘Western’ environment. Through her storytelling, the author aspires to demonstrate that the ‘culture’ of the Quran and Islam may be complementary to the West.
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He repeats it again, and again. Ibrahim closes his eyes, as he listens, then starts to move his lips. Then both are silent for a minute.
“Papa, I think I got it,” says Ibrahim.
“Of course you do,” responds Abdurrahman. “But you have to promise me you’ll go look in your mushaf when we get home. Your mama is not going to be happy if she thinks we cut any corners.”
“Don’t worry Papa, we’re not going to make her worried. Can you tell me what it means now?” asks Ibrahim.
“Don’t quote me on this, but I think it has to do with Prophet Muhemmed Salla Allahu ‘alayhi wa sallam warning people whose fathers didn’t warn them, and who didn’t obey Allah, Subhanahu wa-ta‘ala’s, command, but again, let’s go look it up when we are at home.”
“So, like you?” says Ibrahim.
“What?” responds Abdurrahman.
“Like you, your father wasn’t Muslim,” Ibrahim says.
“No. I take your point, but alhamdulilah my father was a very good man. And that’s what I remember about him. Faith, Ibrahim, is a matter between a person and God. And we must never judge,” Abdurrahman instructs.
“Ok Papa,” says Ibrahim, slowly, trying to soak in what may be the most important lesson of the day. “I’ll try, but you might have to help me…”
Ibrahim stops momentarily and then looks up.
“How about before that you help me get up to the next branch, and then the one after that and then that one up there,” Ibrahim says, pointing. “I want to surprise Ammi and show her we can go all the way to the top,” Ibrahim enthuses.
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Setting: Houston, Texas, Family’s new backyard, Wednesday, Summer 2011, first week of Ramadan (3rd day)
Characters: Ibrahim (now 6), Khadija, and Amna (now 3)
“Ammi, there are six pages between me and Ya Sin,” says Ibrahim, looking down into his mushaf.
“You six,” pipes in Amna, who’s also seated at my side.
“I am not six pages,” is Ibrahim’s response.
“You six,” repeats Amna, her tiny features forming a fighting face.
“No, I am not,” sounds out Ibrahim slowly, increasingly frustrated.
“Just a minute, both of you, please,” I say stretching out my arms to keep them from coming to blows. “You’re right Ibrahim, you are not six pages, and you are also right, Amna, he is six. So how about rather than arguing about all of this, we try to channel some of our energy into memorizing?”
“Ammi, I really don’t think I can do this,” responds Ibrahim, shaking his head. “It’s just too long. It’s like four Surah An Nabas lined up. You never did that when you were my age; how am I supposed to now?”
“You’re right. I was definitely not on Surah Ya Sin with my teacher when I was six, but I do remember hearing my Daadi recite, and I vaguely remember her trying to teach me . . . what if we take it one ayah at a time?” I say, then continuing, “and finish when we finish.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” asks Ibrahim.
“Supposed to mean?” mimics Amna, nodding her head.
“There’s no due date. No expiry. We just start learning, and let Allah Subhanahu wa-ta‘ala do the heavy lifting, like we did all throughout Juz ‘Amma.”
“Ammi, I really don’t understand you. No expiry date, so not like the milk? And what do you mean by ‘heavy lifting’?” follows up Ibrahim, his dark brown eyes opening wide.
“We take our time, baita, and we hope and pray that Allah in His infinite mercy will help us. Anyway, 83 ayaat are actually not that many. Technically, it’s less than two Surah An Naziats if you think of it that way. And you remember that beautiful hadith on our bookmarks?”
“The one about running?” Ibrahim asks.
“Yes,” I say smiling, and then read out from my bookmark. “I am as My servant thinks I am. I am with him when he makes mention of Me. If he makes mention of Me to himself, I make mention of him to Myself; and if he makes mention of Me in an assembly, I make mention of him in an assembly better than it. And if he draws near to Me an arm’s length, I draw near to him a fathom’s length. And if he comes to Me walking, I go to him at speed.”
“I speed,” responds Amna. In her customary way, she gets up and starts running in between the porch pillars, which accent part of our new backyard.
“And I go faster,” says Ibrahim, leaping up and starting to chase after his sister.
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Sequel to A Qur’aanic Odyssey: Towards Juz ‘Amma
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Find out how Zaynab and Zakiyyah, two sisters experiencing their first encounter with racial prejudice, overcome intolerance and realize the beauty of ethnic diversity and true friendship. This book highlights the importance of countering ignorance with knowledge and kindness and as the author so candidly surmises, “As the late Maya Angelou once said, ‘When we know better, we do better.’”
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Hifdh al Quran is the act of memorizing and striving to preserve the Quran, the revelation delivered to the Prophet Muhemmed, may peace be upon him, over 1400 years ago. There is no age limit upon who can learn, and although some students formally go through hifdh schooling for years to be able to recite taraweeh, all of us can make the effort and embark upon our own hifdh journeys as we strive to live Islam every day.
The new release from Mindworks Publishing by author Umm Muhemmed, Ya Sin: a hifdh journey in America, utilizes hifdh al Quran as both foreground and background in the story. Most of the characters are actively trying to learn and commit the text of Al Quran to memory, but perhaps more importantly they are attempting to live the Quranin a purposeful way, following the sunnah of Prophet Muhemmed, peace be upon him.
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The Hanging Cliffs, Sweetwater Cove, Sovereign Isle of Ile’
White Moon 3303 – December
Foamy waves crashed violently against the foot of the sea cliffs at Sweetwater Cove under a dark, stormy sky and Kahla felt a firm warning from deep within her weathered bones. A bad sign. Very bad sign. The old woman retreated from her spot upon the cliff’s edge where she had been observing the rising sea below and trod through the dry sea grass to her hut where it stood snugly across the way amongst an overhang of leafy Gola trees. She climbed the short steps to the door and entered the hut. Once inside, she lit a fire in the belly of her small iron stove as the wind began to pick up its pace outside. She then walked about the small rooms of her home and pulled the wooden shutters closed over each window.
“So quick you come tonight, pretty storm,” she spoke aloud to the silence. “May our girl come quickly too. It is well past time, is it not?”
The wind answered with a muffled whistle, blocked as it was by the closed shutters, and she smiled as she pulled her rocker from the corner of her kitchen to the front of the stove and sat. She filled her thin, wooden pipe with dry kipi leaves to wait out the storm. Kahla, the sole remaining Sela Master of her tribe and the last of the living jungle dwarfs of ‘Ile, had the short, wiry frame of the water sprites and her thinning silver hair hung well past her hips. Her large dark violet eyes contained speckles of silver that reflected rainbows in the sunlight and her leathery skin, bronzed from years of living along the beaches, was smooth and flawless despite her age. Her rocker appeared child sized to the average Ile’yna, as did her tiny hut, but then she did not get very many visitors in her home on the isolated cliffs and she preferred it that way.
She lit her pipe and leaned back into the pillowed seat, gently gliding to and fro as the wind thrashed the branches of the Gola trees above her woven roof.
“Yes, yes, I know,” she said aloud as she exhaled a plume of blue smoke. “I should not smoke the kipi leaf. But I am an old woman set in my ways. Would you deny me small pleasures now? When I am hunched and frail and it is nearly my time to return to the Great Sky?”
She took another deep pull from the delicately carved pipe, allowing the sweetness of the leaf to linger in her mouth before exhaling slowly. A vision of the girl with the sea colored eyes flashed before her mind and she watched as the girl was moved to safety in the snowy scene before her; she heaved a sigh of relief, glad to see that the girl had escaped the destruction that had again reached her people. Kahla frowned considering what this new terror would mean for Sahyun and a crash sounded in the distance as a tree branch was struck by lightning.
“You can have your way, pretty storm. She is at least safe for now. The fighters will protect her and it will do her much good to gain their strength,” Kahla muttered into the dimness of her tiny kitchen.
The bright red flames of fire light from the open stove door colored her eyes a glossy mahogany as the old woman peered unseeingly towards her shuttered window.
“Come now, my lovely storm, and bring our girl to me soon. There is no time to waste.”
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“God created a rainbow of people and He loves all of us equally.”
As the children continued their talk on the porch, Grandma Ernestine, an elderly lady from the neighborhood who was often peeping out of her window to keep an eye on the children, decided to join them.
“My beautiful children, I have enjoyed listening to your conversation. You are so wise at such young ages,” she said.
“There is a history of African-American people having been treated unfairly in this society, and this continues today, but African American people are beautiful just like people of any other race.”
Grandma Ernestine continued, “African-American people have a very rich heritage. Some of our ancestors were kings and queens.”
Yasu eagerly stated, “Yes, like King Mansa Musa and Queen Amina.”
“Yes,” Grandma Ernestine replied and nodded. “African Americans have also made major contributions to this society.”
“Yes,” Grandma Ernestine chuckled in agreement.
“I think the important thing is to embrace who you are and to get to know and understand others too,” Yasu declared.
“That is it,” Grandma Ernestine replied as she left the children to go for a walk.
“You know what would be cool?” Adam suggested as the others listened with anticipation. “We should have a family dinner with all of our families together.”
“That would be awesome! And we could take turns hosting it,” Kelly said with enthusiasm. “That would be a great way for our families to get to know one another!”
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