Teaching That Lasts: Engaging the Senses, Shaping the Heart
We all carry favorite childhood memories in our hearts. Close your eyes for a moment and recall one. What do you see? What do you hear? What scents linger in the air? What tastes or textures return so vividly you can almost feel them again? Perhaps it is the comforting aroma of Ramadan drifting through the house, or the quiet stillness of sleepy suhoors before Fajr. One of my dearest memories is sitting at the feet of my Sunday school teacher. We gathered on gleaming hardwood floors that offered little comfort, yet none of us seemed to notice. The small classroom was simple — just her chair and a felt storyboard propped beside her on another chair. I sat on my knees, leaning forward, completely captivated by the stories of the prophets, Sunday after Sunday. Mrs. W. brought those stories to life with nothing more than felt figures and a gentle voice. It felt like an honor — a true privilege — to be chosen to place the felt well for Yusuf or the small sticks for Musa o...