What have I learned, that as I cook I will think about it, that as I drive I will think about it, that as I talk to my children, text my friend, think of my late husband, do groceries, read blog posts, visit my parents, plan a trip, play with my baby nephew, the understanding and the verses will come to me.
I learned that I was just a clot, 45 years, one month, maybe 15 days, ago. I was a clinging clot of congealed blood, clinging for life, deep in the dark of my mother's womb.
I didn't know how to write, I didn't know how to read. I didn't know anything.
Today, today I am beyond all bounds. Today I imagine I am self-sufficient. Today I have articulated thoughts and speech. Today the sun and the moon run their appointed courses, my life has balance. The stars and the trees give me added joy.
Today, by His will, I proclaim, in the name of my Lord and Cherisher, Who created, created me, out of a clot of congealed blood, proclaim, my Lord is Most Bountiful, He Who taught me the use of the Pen, taught me which I knew not. Today, by His will I bow down in adoration, and bring myself closer to Him. InsyaaAllah, MasyaaAllah.
