My mother brought this Quran with her when she left all of her family in Bangladesh to start a new one with my father in America. My maternal grandfather gave it to her before she left her village in Bhola for Dhaka. This Quran has Bangla translations and notes which my mother annotates and bookmarks. The book is falling apart from years of use, with brittle, taped up pages. Growing up, my mother taught me to read Quran using her own. Every year she goes through it at least twice, devoting the month of Ramadan to one of those completions. My family prides itself in being Muslim before anything else, but this Quran is a beautiful marriage of my Bengali and Muslim identities.
– Rahat Huda