Learning To Read The Holy Quran

Learning the Holy Quran was quiet a tough, but an enjoying moments. I was taught to recite Arabic alphabets since four. The red Muqaddam was the first step of learning. ‘Wassalamu’…this is the verse I should always pronounce each time I finish a lesson – it always leaves me in an eager next – time – want – to – read – some – more face.

One thing I felt eager for is to move from one lesson to another quickly. So, by six, I could already read the Quran well. In fact, I finished the whole tome within a year.

It is still vivid in mind that when I reached the point I don’t need my mum to correct me, I sit on my bed and recite the Quran by my own. Most of the time, Umi will teach me, but once in a while, Abu will take over. This is one of most things I fear when I was a kid – to confront my father. So, when it comes to reciting the Quran, I would quiver, and the worst, cry. I don’t know why, but it was inevitable.

Bis…millah…sob…sob…hirrahman…sob…sob…nirrahim… ‘Allah…belum sempat baca lagi dah nangis?’ My father used to exclaim whenever I rolled into tears. At the end of the day, I would be sent back to learn with Umi.

What a pity!