We were young, and this Quran was there with us at every beautiful moment we lived, The Quran is connected in my mind with the stillness of my grandmother's face. The Quran was always with her, she read through it to protect us from the difficulties of the time. 

This Quran, from my perspective, is related to the joy of festivities and beautiful occasions, during Eid our gifts would be hidden within it, and we were waiting all the time for it to be opened to fulfil our joy. 

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When I left Syria, I asked my Grandmother to give it to me, it was the most precious thing that she had, she promised me that it will be mine after she passes away, or if we didn’t meet before that.  

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My grandmother passed away, and her Quran travelled across the globe to accompany me in my Exile. 

Up until this day, I am still waiting for it to be opened and to bring me the joy that my grandmother prayed for but unfortunately sometimes not all we pray for becomes real.