This Quran was one of the few possessions we took with us when my family fled our home in Narayanganj. It was given to my mother by my grandparents at her wedding as part of her dowry.
During our two years in the POW camp, this Quran proved to be a great source of strength and support for my mother. This was her way to be close to God. It was her prized possession and she kept it in immaculate condition and very close to her heart.
She would read it every day and as more time passed in captivity she became more and more attached to this Quran and increasingly drawn to religion. She prayed for long hours every day pleading to God for our forgiveness and release from the camp.
She kept it in our green little suitcase and read from it every day and also taught us, three siblings, to read from it and helped us memorize some small chapters of the Quran from it.