Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh !
Aaah, it feels so good to type in the familiar box again. Noticed the exclamation mark next to my salam ? Yup, excitement right there. Trails just ended and boy, am I glad it's over ! I missed my blog sooo much but I had to restrain myself so I don't end up ranting here instead of digging my face in my books haha. If any of you follow me on Twitter, for the next 3 months if you see me replying to people and retweeting stuff for too long by all means, tweet me and tell me to shove my face back in my books. Thanks haha.
So, during my trials it was back to staying up and always having a book with me but in the midst of reading my agama notes, I came across a topic I would really like to
talk write about because I felt like it gave me a smack right in the face.
The Holy Quran
We had this one topic that we learned about the greatness of the Holy Quran. It told us the history of how the Quran was being passed down to human beings and stuff. We were taught that the Quran was sometimes revealed like the ringing of a bell only heard by the Prophet PBUH, was thrown into the Prophet's PBUH heart and also through a dream. The Quran became our guidance and the source of our ancestors' knowledge in the early years ever since it was passed down to us.
"If We had sent down this Qur'an upon a mountain, you would have seen it humbled and coming apart from fear of Allah . And these examples We present to the people that perhaps they will give thought." Quran (59:21)
The responsibility of the learning the amazing ayahs of the Quran was so big that if it was sent to other living things, they won't be able to take that big of a responsibility. Only human beings were able to do so. The ayah also teaches us that we have to ponder upon the greatness of the Quran and how far we'd go to learn and understand the Quran. Then, it hit me. All the days I put the worldly things before spending a minute or two reading the Quran, suddenly didn't seem so worth it anymore. I even started to remember how it felt like when every time I was sad or I needed guidance, I read the Quran. I felt like the emptiness in my chest was filled with all these wonderful feeling of worship and gratitude. I also remembered how much I liked that feeling. So, I'm back to my "Quran time" every night after Isya' or before Maghrib. Been missing out for quite awhile, sigh. Alhamdulillah, I lived to see another day and was given the chance appreciate more things in life.