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Ijazah

Salaam!

 Yesterday I started studying for two ijazahs. Alhumdulillah. May Allah swt make the journey easy for me.

 1- Ijazah in recitation of the Qur'an.
2- Ijazah in Arabic Calligraphy (Sini script)

 Along with that in sha Allah I will try to memorize as much as I can and eventually study for an ijazah with memorization as well as continue my work in calligraphy in other scripts (I do Nastaleeq, Naskh and Riqqa/ Ruqqa) and improve my ability in these but for now it's a first step. Bismillah. May Allah swt put barakah in my efforts. If you see this...make dua for me please! :)

 Oh and in case you wanna know what an ijazah is:

 Ijazah:
ijazah ‎(plural ijazahs)
  1. (Indonesian English, Muslim) A certificate of authority. Among Muslims an indication that the person is an authority, recognized by someone as capable of interpreting scripture.
Source: Wikitionary 

and an ijazah specifically in calligraphy is:

Ijaza: “License”

Certification

Image of an ijaza, or certificate

 When your teacher feels you’re ready, you will begin working on your “ijaza,” or “license.” This is a formal work of calligraphic art. When completed, your teacher and several other master calligraphers will sign it, giving you permission to teach and work independently.
Traditionally, the teacher receives no payment for lessons and does not give grades, but he or she is responsible for introducing you to other calligraphers.
Attaining an ijaza is a great feat. But even after you have reached this stage, you are not finished learning. Though you are now considered a master in whatever scripts you studied, you will continue to practice and improve, and will keep learning as long as you live.

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