When I was very young, my father sent me to an Islamic school to study my religion in a very far-away place. It took me two days to reach the school. When I got there, I found it was too hard for me because I missed my family, and I had to live with a new family. So I left the school and came home. My father was very angry, but then he gave me a book and said, “Please use this book everywhere you go because this book will save your life today and tomorrow. That gift was my own copy of the Quran.