There was once a grandfather who had great love for the Quraan Majeed. Every night without fail, he would make wudhu, apply ‘itr, remove his beloved Quraan from its velvet cover and sit with utmost respect reciting the word of Allah Ta‘ala in a most melodious tone. As he would recite, however, his young grandson would stare at him in bemusement and scratch his head in confusion. One day, his grandson came up to him and asked, “Dada, you recite the Quraan Majeed EVERY night but you don’t even know Arabic! You read so much but you don’t even understand what you’re reading! What a waste of time!” His grandfather looked at him, smiled and said, “My child, do you see the coal basket in the corner? Good! Empty out the coal, take the basket to the stream, fill it with water and rush back as quickly as your little legs can carry you.”  The young boy ran off on his “mission”, heading towards the stream. He filled the basket, turned, and ran straight back to the house. “Dada!” he complained, “The water doesn’t stay in the basket because of all the holes! I think I’m wasting my time!” “I think you need to run faster.” suggested Dada. And so off he went again, running even faster than before. When he returned this time, there were at least a few drops of water at the bottom of the basket but even those dripped out before he could put the basket down. “One more time! Run your absolute fastest now!” urged Dada before the child could again complain. Now when the child returned, huffing and puffing from the exertion, there was at least a small puddle – but even that rapidly drained out before thei