“Do you think we’ll ever get to the end?”
“Inshaa Allah,” I respond, patting Ibrahim gently on the back, in an attempt to encourage him.
“Ammi, there are six pages between me and Ya Sin,” says Ibrahim, looking down into his mushaf.
“You are six,” pipes in Amna.
“I am not six pages,” is Ibrahim’s response.
“Yes, you are,” responds Amna, starting to put on a fighting face.
“No, I am not,” sounds out Ibrahim slowly, increasingly frustrated.
“Just a minute, both of you, please,” I say stretching out my arms to keep them from coming to blows. “You’re right Ibrahim, you are not six pages, and you are also right, Amna, he is six. So how about rather than arguing about all of this, we try to channel some of our energy into memorizing?” Continue Reading →