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Welcome to Al Misbaah Students' Blog, an open sanctuary where your thoughts, reflections, and personal journey with the Quran find their voice. Here, we invite you to share the depth of your feelings, insights, and experiences as you engage with the sacred text.

This blog is your canvas—a space where every emotion, realization, and contemplation inspired by the Quran can be articulated freely and respectfully. We encourage you to pour your heart onto these digital pages, expressing what the Quran means to you personally.

Your contributions, whether profound or poignant, joyous or thought-provoking, are the threads that weave our collective tapestry of understanding and connection. Let this be a platform where your voice resonates, where your thoughts are cherished, and where your journey enriches the broader discourse on Quranic study.

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Little I knew- by Little Naqabi (Towards the light 2015)

As I restlessly tossed and turned around in my bed, there was nothing but silence that filled my ear. My stubborn eyes finally gave in and opened slowly. I gasped at the beautiful sight that treated my vision. Strips of yellow were peeping through the blue-canvas sky. I was greeted with a lavish cool breeze that danced its way through the curtains. It was like a welcome. Wait a second! Did I just miss my Fajr prayer again?  After taking a quick look at the clock, I pulled myself up from the bed to do my ninja-stunts in the bathroom. I hoped around in the hope to somehow squeeze my 4 rakat before the brightest star comes out with its full glory.

The feeling of bleakness took hold of me. Constant guilt in my heart rummaged for a justification for my last-minute Fajr prayer, more drill-like and barely having any khush’oo.  I got no answers. My rationale brain argued, “Well, you didn’t do it intentionally”. But few days back it wasn’t like this. Before coming to Singapore, I can’t remember missing my fajr or praying at last minute. What happened now? Why do I oversleep every time?  I searched in my mind, trying in vain to spot the problem, while my heart kept pointing at me, “there is something missing”.

I walked towards the window to calm down my senses. It was all hustle-bustle outside, as the city was coming alive with people hurrying to their destinations; some to work, some to schools. None of them seemed to be confused like I was that morning. Why? That is when it struck me that was when I got my answers. I miss hearing the Adhan (The Call of Prayer). I miss hearing the beautiful Qira’a of our local Imam, reciting those beautiful ayaat. I miss them.

I reminisced my days in Dubai when I was completing my school. Those dawns that echoed with words –                   “ الصلاة خير من النوم” Prayer is better than sleep. Those hours when my heart used to feel tranquillity  Those daylights which would witness the little smile playing on my lips whenever I hear the Imam recite. Mesmerized was I, in the beautiful Qira’ah, never willed to come out of that scene. When every day I would rush to take my school bus, I remember the voice beautifully carrying my Rabb’s words across, to calm my being. How beautiful is the call to success, which made my mornings heavenly!

Little did I know that few days ahead I’ll miss the Qir’aah and the peaceful feeling that it brought along with. Little did I know that I’ll regret not appreciating these things when I had them. Sharp buzzing noise of metro broke my stance. I stood there, holding on to the railings of the window, counting my days back to Dubai, back to my peaceful mornings.

 (A student of Towards the Light writes under the pen-name Little Naqabi)

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