Aisha sat with her small Qur’an, tracing the golden letters on its cover. “Ummi,” she whispered, “how do people read the Qur’an so beautifully? ” Her mother smiled softly. “When you hear someone read like that, you might wonder how they ever learned… But they all started with a tiny step - one little word, then another, and another. ” Aisha held her Qur’an a little closer. “So they weren’t perfect at first? ” she asked softly. A small smile grew on her face. “Then maybe I can begin… even if it’s just one word.