Thursday, May 20, 2021

The Power in a Prayer

 

A bad dream. And I wake up to the Fajr prayer. So many times. And I’m forced to wonder if these are signs to warn me. To think. To become more reflective. They could also just be my fears playing on me. The silence in that moment when the dark night is about to die, drowned in the disturbing images from the dream push me to spread out the prayer mat and turn to Allah. And a strange peace follows as I get back to bed. As if I didn’t disappoint the opportunity that Allah gave me in that small window of time to reach out and ask for help. That’s my faith.

I believe when my heart is prompted to say a prayer for every passing airplane, I am being heard. I am connected to all those boarded on those random flights and my reaching out to Allah for them might turn out to ease my journey beyond the skies one day. Missing out on the opportunity almost feels like a huge curse or failure.

Driving on the road, watching the delivery boys scoot on their motor bikes, a prayer for their safety pops up almost instantly. I see struggle, effort, hope. A child, no matter how grown up deserves a prayer while leaving home. Saying a prayer as I drive past the young soul, a strong sense of safety wraps up my own child somewhere on the road and I feel peace.

Prayers are fueled by faith.

If you don’t feel your prayer makes a difference, it will not.

If your prayers are selfish, they will be buried with you.

If your prayers are for display, know that your truth will unfold in this world.

A Prayer offers connection.

It isn’t about you, your child, your home, your community, your country or your religion.

It is about your child and their children, your home and their homes, your community and their communities, your country and their countries, your religion and their religions.

It is about us.