"I know many of you struggle with the language," Zara said, holding up a sleek, professionally printed booklet. "We often recite by rote, and the heart doesn't follow."
She zoomed in on the first part of the Dua, the Shahada .
But the file was just ink on paper (or pixels on a screen). The "meaning" was happening right now, in the quiet of her living room, in the connection she felt to her grandmother, and in the peace that settled over her heart.
