The imam’s voice is deep, soulful and penetrating as it touches the recesses of my heart. I am in prayer, in front of my Creator, and for whatever I’m worth, I’m standing there, bowing down and calling out to the One.
It’s been a weird day – come to think of it – it’s a weird day everyday. That’s how life is though, isn’t it? Allah made it so – so that we’d remember Him, ask Him for help and submit to what He wills. As I bow down in Sujood, I know the words I fervently whisper are being heard, that although the other person in the room may not be able to decipher them, the One in the heavens can hear them crystal clear.
He knows I find myself short in pretty much every challenge life throws at me and that He helps me get by, making it appear as though I always had everything under control.
One more time… Allah… yet another time… I call out to You.
My sight is blurred with tears but my perception, astonishing as it sounds, suddenly finds its focus.