It was six years ago that I began my journey with the Quran. I was a leaf being tossed on the sea of grief. Every morning like a sailor climbs to the top of the mast looking for land, I would open the online class of Dr Farhat Hashmi and listen to her soft-spoken tafsir of the Quran. I would then write how that would affect my life, and occasionally I would post it on this blog.
The Quran tafsir was a flashlight for me in the depth of a well of grief where there was no light, no desire to leave the darkness and no hope of ever doing so.
Little by little the verses of the Quran became my morning light and they got me through the day. Holding my hand sometime and giving me a push forward at other times, they became a part of my morning ritual without which my day would be incomplete.
Today I completed the Tafsir of the Quran and I feel bereft with the loss of my morning companion…. I gained insight, but I want to go back into it, the way it was, and let it hold my hand and give me the shoulder to weep on as it has done so in the past. I want it to remind me again and again that if I follow the path of Allah there is No fear and No grief………