Since last night my young son has been unwell. When I got back from work this
evening I decided to take him to hospital despite my exhaustion. Indeed, fatigue
for his sake is rest. There were many waiting; perhaps we will be delayed by
more than an hour. I took my number and sat down in the waiting room. There were
many faces, young and old, but all silent. Some brothers made use of the many
booklets available in the waiting room. Some of those waiting had their eyes
closed, while others were looking around. Most were bored.
Once in a while the long silence was broken by a nurse calling out a number.
Happiness appears on the one whose turn it is, and he gets up quickly; then
A young man grabbed my attention. He was reading a pocket-sized Qur`an
continuously; not raising his head even once. At first I did not think much
about him. However, after one hour of waiting my casual glances turned into a
deep reflection about his lifestyle and how he utilizes his time. One hour of
Instead of making benefit of that hour, it was just a boring wait. Then the call
for prayer was made. We went to prayer in the hospital's mosque. I tried to pray
close to the man who was reading the Qur`an earlier in the waiting room.
After the prayer I walked with him. I informed him of how impressed I was of him
and how he tries to benefit from his time. He told me that most of our time is
wasted without any benefit. These are days that go from our lives without being
conscious of them or regretting their waste. He said that he started carrying
the pocket-sized Qur`an around when a friend encouraged him to make full use of
his time. He told me that in the time other people waste he gets to read much
more of the Qur`an than he gets to read either at home or in the mosque.
Moreover, besides the reward of reading the Qur`an, this habit saves him from
boredom and stress.
He added that he has now been waiting for one and a half hours. Then he asked,
when will you find one and a half hours to read the Qur`an? I reflected; how
much time do we waste? How many moments of our lives pass by, and yet we do not
account for how they passed by? Indeed, how many months pass by and we do not
read the Qur`an? I came to respect my companion, and I discovered that I am to
stand for account and that time is not in my hand; so what am I waiting for?
My thoughts were interrupted by the nurse calling out my number; I went to the
doctor. But I want to achieve something now. After I left the hospital I quickly
went to the bookshop and bought a pocket-sized Qur`an. I decided to be mindful
of how I spend the time. That was my intention when I put that Qur`an in my
pocket. How many people will do this?