Confessions of a hifz mom – How the Journey Began

Confessions of a hifz mom – How the Journey Began | I still remember that day so clearly, when an assembly for the guardians was called by the Islamic school my kids went to. They had called us to inquire which guardians would be fascinated by enlisting their kids for Hifz. My spouse and I looked at each other. Our girl was 6 years ancient at that time. We needed her to give it a shot and after that, we would take it from there – in case she was able to do it, we’d go for the long pull; on the off chance that she seems not or the weight was driving her to loathe the Quran, we would cease. So we marked up.

I did not need to tell my girl that we had marked up for the classes and she seems to see how it goes. That sounded as on the off chance that I was as of now telling her to stop. I moreover needed to communicate to her what an extraordinary thing it was for her to be doing Hifz – that she would be positioned among a select bunch of chosen people on the off chance that she did total memorization. What an uncommon day that would be!

So I sat my small young lady down and told her that Allah chooses as it were the leading of his individuals for uncommon assignments such as Hifz. I inquired about her on the off chance that she needed to be uncommon. With wide eyes, she said yes. I guess all young ladies, youthful or ancient, just like the word ‘special’! I told her to create a dua that Allah chooses for her for doing hifz, for memorizing His words. I told her almost how with each word she would present, she might keep moving upwards into Jannah, where each level was more marvelous than the final; where indeed the foot most level was boundlessly more stupendous than anything we know in this world.

the Journey Began

The other day when I went to pick her up from school, she ran to me and said, “Mummy, there’s a list with all the names of the kids who were chosen for hifz. Did Allah select me?” The two of us strolled over to the list of the understudies whose guardians had marked up. She examined each title going down the list, appearing off her recently obtained perusing aptitudes. Two-thirds of the way down, she studied her title. I cannot disregard how she bounced with energy. My small young lady, eyes as wide as saucers, dreams as expansive as the universe, was excited that she was ‘chosen’ by Allah.

Indeed even though it was us who had marked her up, she wasn’t distant from the truth. Allah had in fact ‘chosen’ her to be among the huffaz. It was as if it were the final month that she wrapped up her Hifz Alhamdulillah. It took us longer than we anticipated since the entry of the most youthful part of our family, and the ensuing pass on my portion in keeping up with her lessons. But all’s well that closes well! We restarted the overlooked and by the beauty of Allah, my girl not as it was wrapped up in her hifz, but too motivated by her brothers to take on the challenge!

Hifz isn’t Fardh (required). But I cannot sufficiently confirm the astonishing benefits that the Quran brings into one’s life. My children can form associations, and reason, and get it over and past their age. They can form associations with the Quran and the message of Allah. When they tune in to addresses, they are way better able to form a sense of them. Not as it were that by the endowments of the Quran, openings, and ease comes in anything they do.

Total memorization may not be for your family. But certainly, direct your children to memorize parts of the Quran. And let them know they are extraordinary and they have been chosen by none other than Allah!