Sajdaa Taha
I stood before Allah on my prayer mat, reciting each line in a hushed whisper, letting my tongue roll over the letters naturally as my mind understood the meaning of each word, of each syllable. I exhaled a shaky breath, continuing the ayahs (verses).
Allah had sent the Qur'an down as a blessing to mankind; it was a path to guidance. Without guidance, society was chaotic, a jumbled mess of mistakes and issues with no solutions. When holy scriptures were brought down, people had the guidance they needed in order to progress in a spiritual and even a political level. It wasn't just a bunch of fancy words.
The Qur'an was more than that.
Every letter had a dignified pronunciation, every word had a psychological meaning, every verse had a certain rhythm, every surah (chapter)
