In the name of Allah, the Entirely Merciful, the Especially Merciful
One common piece of advice I have heard from every hidfh teacher or event I have been blessed to have/attend is to have one mushaf for hifdh.
That simple statement has shown me that I do have commitment issues. I assumed I was a “I like what I like, don't like changes” kind of person.
But this has felt like a marriage to me. I have been searching for "it"
Also, I did this once, and I loved it. There are so many different Masahif we own, or even in our homes. And we all are attached in so many ways. But they all tell a story…
The spine was broken and there was no cover to turn. The pages had turned brown due to age, but it still held all the words. Complete as any spanking new Qur'an.
It is new with rainbow edges. So cute! It is picked up once in a while and looked at. Too cute! It is kept away safely from sight so that it doesnt look less than pristine.
It is always in my bag, never open but always present. Sometimes the guilt hits me cos it was not open all week but it's easier to log it around, as well as the guilt that comes with seeing it and doing nothing about it.
Can you come up with any more similar stories? Sit and think about the story of your copy of the Qur'an. Please tell me the story your Mushaf bears in the comment below.
Also, also, ... Please, does anyone know where I can get the regular sized Madani Uthmani Qur'an other than Saudi Arabia?