Today is the 13th Syawal, rendang tok, rendang ayam rendang daging and all sorts of beautiful, colourful dishes and biscuits are still being served. Not only that, invitation to open houses are countless that it made me to agree with one of the ustaz who said “ yang hantu raya tu bukan hantu..tapi orang..bila habis Ramadhan je, semua jadi hantu raya..sibuk beraya”.Astaghfirullah. Trying hard to restrain from eating too much and working hard to ‘preserve’ the routines which I have been doing since Ramadhan. Not much, but let it be in consistency.
One of the routines is reciting the Quran every day. Abah and mama taugh us to recite it every day since we were young and this is what we (my brothers and i) hold to.
I remember once my big brother asked, “Can we read the Quran without understanding the language? “, and I said “Yes, because they are words of Allah”. I wasn’t thinking much while I said this but I really do believe that Quran are words of Allah and I have faith in it.
Today, while I was trying to make sense of my words, I came across a blog of a person who went for his Hajj last two years (2008). He wrote of his experiences, which I think was great and his stories had really brought me to tears. I so much want to perform my Umrah and Hajj, just waiting for the suitable time. Watching documentation of Makkah itself could bring me to tears, the wants of my soul.
In one his stories, he was telling the readers of his experience wanting to finish reading the Quran while performing his Hajj. He was not a fluent reader nor new learner, in average, yet he does not have enough faith that he could finish his reading while in his hajj. Just like many others, he was tested with his health- demam.high body temperature.sakit kepala.
Not wanting to surrender with the challenge he faced, he went on with solat sunat and reciting the Quran. He kept on reciting it though his head was like a spinner, he paused..then continue. He tried again. But this time, his tears were flowing gently like a stream that the pages on the Quran he was holding had teardrops.
He was puzzled, as even he couldn’t understand why he was crying.
He looked at the Surah. It was At-Taubah. But how could he be crying when he didn’t even understand a word?!
In his struggle to continue the recitation, an Arab man came upon him and asked him questions in Arabic. “Am sorry, I don’t speak Arabic,” replied the Malay man with a grin.
“ Are you sure you don’t understand Arabic?” asked the Arabic man, this time.
“ No..not at all. Although I could easily be mistaken as Arab…I don’t speak Arabic,”answered the Malay man.
Then the Arab man said, “Am asking you not because of your looks, your beard, but you seems to understand what you read (Quran).”
The Malay man then told his struggle of reading and reciting the Quran. His health condition and etc. The melancholy he felt while reciting At-Taubah. After a while, the Arab man told him, “No..its not you who’s crying..its your soul (Roh), although you don’t understand but your heart and soul does.”
Now…after that, I was crying in front of my lappy with the Tafseer which was on my other hand. Memang patut menangis bila baca ayat-ayat Allah. Banyak sangat keseronokan dunia aku ni.
MashaAllah. How his story touched me and how true it was that Quran are words of Allah- a man, not knowing the meaning, cried a stream, not understanding what was going on..the heart and soul were touched by Quran.
Kalau faham, lagi bagus!!
“Sebaik-baik kalian adalah yang mempelajari al-Quran dan mengajarkannya” (Sahih Bukhari).
Saya nak jadi baik!
Am motivated to learn and dig deeper about this Holy Quran. Dear Allah, ease me. ^-^
