#hifdhnotes

This is not a race this is a record.

Your achievements or non achievements are a reflection of your everyday. Your ability to recall with ease, is a manifestion of those early mornings when you didn’t want to get up out of bed, yet you somehow found the courage to rise. It is testimony to one’s inner strength to switch on that kettle, yes that familiar scent of coffee is your guarantee that you will and shall, earlier than one ought to, stagger through the reluctance, grogginess and disorientation of time, space and common sense.

Then there is the ease, the ease in which you able to recall the Quran is a testimony to how much time you’ve spent with it. There is no room for pretending. The end of the week transforms into a yardstick, a measurement of a declaration you made. A declaration of love for the words revealed by Him.

If there is one thing I’ve learned so far, it is this: certainly with practice you will meet breakthrough and with breakthrough you will find yourself holding the hand of a grand responsibilty. Ever at war to ensure a firm grasp, you pray and pray to never let go. Salah is your best companion at this stage. ‘There are not enough prayers in the day’ I heard one say. Holding tightly, she too, nurturing that love.