I have just starting reading George Yule’s ‘The Study of Language.’ The last time I read it was over ten years ago when I was first applying for university and I had added it to my personal statement. How things have changed since then. However, I realised I still have my passion for academia and the field of linguistics. In addition to this reading through the chapters I could draw upon knowledge and experiences and question what the author had written as opposed to the somewhat naive stance I had as a seventeen year old.
The first chapter was about the origins of language and Yule looks at the theories associated with this. I could not help but relate to language and the physiological developments in the Quran and the Sunnah. He briefly discusses that historically it was suggested that language came from god and even pharaohs and kings of the past conducted their own experiments discover the language of the God. Obviously with scientific discoveries of the biological developments of the humans this was maybe placed aside. I believe they coincide. Allah states in Surah Rum that He has ‘created us in tribes and nations and given us languages so we may get to know one another.’ Later in Surah Rahman Allah states that he has ‘taught us Speech.’ These are a few of the ayahs (verses) that came to mind. There are many references on the Quran that I think illustrate the origins of language.
Moreover, when Muslims are taught to recite the Quran they are taught pronounce each letter with Tajweed. Here is another link I have made. I actually made this connection when I first began studying Tajweed in 2009. In Tajweed we are taught in detail the articulation of the Arabic alphabet and the physiological derivations. I think because I vaguely drew upon phonology I made the connection to the learning of the English Language. In phonetics you take the sounds of the alphabet and break them down to the individual morphemes. This assisted me greatly in Tajweed as I could look at the Arabic letters on their own.
I guess I think through reading and momentary reflection I was again taken back to Allah through links.
Really should be focusing on the other things aside from my blog. I just had a ‘blog wave’ whilst my daughter was playing. I will insert the picture with this post. Quite recently I have tried to reduce time she spends utilising technology. For parents I know it’s so easy and convenient to just place them in front of the screen and they remain occupied for hours. It gives you the option then to do those house chores that seem to never end or spend time with your other children or child in my case. I have to say I have noticed a change since minimising the time. My daughter is actually participating in imaginative play; which is only serving to broaden her schéma. I think reading an article about ‘allowing children to be bored’ really raised some sentiments that I had believed in prior to this new age of convenience. In the picture you can see she has used a charity bag as a table cloth, and arranged chairs around this. To me it was somewhat nostalgic of the games I played as a child.
Throughout these past few months there have been many times when I have thought about writing. In fact I did write a post two weeks ago but it failed to upload from my phone. Other than that I have had ideas but have become distracted with the day to day aspects of motherhood, being a wife and being a daughter-in-law. Each role requires you to fully focus 100 %. It can never be below this as I do not feel fully pleased with myself. Then it can lead to one crashing and burning which was happened to me this weekend. Being in bed and violently vomiting (I know TMI) it made me contemplate about the wider aspects of life. It me think of all those things that I have not yet accomplished that were niggling at me at the back of my mind. It made me think of my relationship with Allah and where I wanted to BE in that relationship. Where I wanted my family to be. How I had squandered time simply thinking of doing things and prioritising those 100 % requirements-which also count as Ibadaah (worship) by the way. Whilst nuzzled in my duvet and inhaling balsam oil to decongest my nose I just thanked Allah as I thought rather than trying to do everything I should small things that make me happy. A lot of those small things comprise of day to day mundane rituals but it makes me happy. I guess feeling bleurgh simply was Allah way to make me feel grateful again.