![]() I want to know more- I want to understand. I pray to fortify my faith because sometimes I ponder Islamic teachings, as I ponder other enigmas, like the moon’s dusty surface, and the sea’s sandy floor. I pray to give Him thanks, and ask for His guidance. ![]() I pray to honor Allah, to instill Him in my heart. ![]() He is too sick, too weak, to go anywhere but the hospital.įacing the Grand Mosque in the city of Mecca, as all Muslims do. Visited local mosques a few times, but the trips were too taxing for Baba. In America, we pray at our cottage, in a sparse, tidy room. I sit, turning my face to the left, and to the right. I prostrate, touching my forehead to the ground. Prayer is like a song: melody, refrain, concentrated rhythm.Ī recitation of verses from the Quran, a chorus of voices praising Allah. In the early morning, I pray before the sun crests the horizon. I wait a moment before responding, reluctant to sound too eager, though my answer requires zero deliberation. Look for me.” And then, with uncertainty, “Yes?” His eyes are spectacular-gilded, almost luminous. He’s regarding me with an expression like indecision, like he’s not ready to say goodbye but knows he probably should. ![]() My heart cartwheels as I turn to the sound of his voice. ![]()
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