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Archive for the day “April 23, 2011”

SP Answers: Reciting the Quran in a Melodious Manner

From SunniPath

Answered by Ustadha Zaynab Ansari, SunniPath Academy Teacher


I was reading the Zad At Talibin, Provision for the Seekers, and the beginning of Hadith number 25 speaks about reciting the Qur’an with modulation and the tones of the arab. ( the Hadith is narrated in Bayhaqi, and Shu’ab al-iman). In the commentary Shaykh Abdur Rahman says that one must recite the Quran without unnecessary stretching of certain letters and words. Many of today’s new Qurra’ recite the Qur’an in a melodious manner. Sounds like they are singing the Qur’an. Are we permitted to still listen to them? Even if we are, are we allowed to imitate them in our salah? Also, many of the Egyptian Qari’s , such as Abdul Baasit do the same type of stretching of letters and words. If you could please advise me on this issue.


In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful In the Name of Allah, the Gracious, the Merciful.

Dear Sister,

I pray this message finds you in good health and ever-increasing iman.

Shaykh Abd al-Basit Abd al-Samad is one of the most famous Qur’an reciters of our time. The recognized qurra’, like Shaykh Abd al-Basit, stay within the rules of tajwid. If you have any doubts about a particular reciter, I suggest you refer your questions to a scholar of tajwid. I am only a student; however, I can tell you that all of my tajwid teachers in Syria had nothing but praise for the recitation of Qari Abd al-Basit. Keep in mind, however, that the style of Egyptian reciters varies from that of Syrian reciters, or those in Pakistan, or Indonesia, for example. However, these variations are generally permitted as long as the reciter adheres to the basic guidelines of tajwid.

And Allah knows best.

In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood–
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,
That place among the rocks–is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is–
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

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