Salah

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الصلاة الصلاة الصلاة

These were the parting words of advice from my Nabi (saw), before he left this world. Before his soul returned to a different realm. Before Allah (swt) took back His amaanah. His last, most beautiful smile was at his ummah, together in Salah.

الله أكبر الله أكبر

Sometimes I get too used to the ni’am, the blessings, Allah (swt) provides me with, and I don’t see them as blessings anymore. I forget to be thankful, and instead become ungrateful. Salah is one of these blessings I take for granted, and in essence, one of the greatest gifts granted from His infinite realm to this finite one.

أشهد أن لا إله إلا الله

It is the means by which I enter into an audience with my Rabb. It is meant to connect me to Him – my Rabb wants me to connect with Him just five times a day. And yet I still find myself busy with other tasks, other things, other priorities. In life, I am always moving. Constantly shifting, on the run, itching to do something new, start something different. Places to go, people to see. Always looking for something. Always running from something.

أشهد أن لا إله إلا الله

But in Salah, I should be still, in a state of khushu. A pillar. Stagnant. Strong. Unmoving. Unbreakable. My eyes should have found what they were looking for. Stability. Serenity. My heart should be able to see clearer, with His Noor, His light.

أشهد أن محمدا رسول الله

But the way I am in Salah is the way I am outside of Salah. My Salah is a reflection of who I am – so who am I? Am I still, focused, the embodiment of khushu’? Or am I rushed, untimely, distracted, unfocused?

أشهد أن محمدا رسول الله

My Nabi (saw) was the busiest man on earth, and yet when the time for Salah came, everything stopped. He became a different person. Prepared, ready, excited – to speak with his Rabb. Nothing brought him solace like Salah.

حيّ على الصلاة

Nothing is worth giving up that moment of being solely reserved for Allah (swt). It is how I remember my Rabb, who is everything and owns everything – while I am nothing and own nothing. Prayer is the ascension of the believer. It is intended to make me rise. To elevate me. To free me from this world. To push me to break free from attachments. To liberate me.

حيّ على الصلاة

During the Israa’, my Nabi (saw) led all of the prophets in Salah. Can you even imagine a more beautiful sight? A more honorable moment?

Then, during the Mi’raaj, he ascended into the heavens, where Allah (swt) gave my Nabi (saw) the gift of Salah.

So I ask myself – do I, Isra, carry the weight and meaning of my namesake in the best manner?

حيّ على الفلاح

So I stop everything and respond to the call of my Rabb. The most beautiful thing I may do is stop and respond when I am called. There is nothing nobler than to seek the Divine. And when I find Him, nothing is worth anything anymore.

حيّ على الفلاح

My Rabb doesn’t want a dead corpse with no soul turned towards him half-heartedly. My heart, mind, body and soul need to be fully and completely turned towards him in reverence and respect. I must run to Him.

الله أكبر الله أكبر

My Rabb says to me, “Where to, my servant? To something better than me?” I cry and respond, “No, Ya Rabbi. Nowhere is better than You. No one is better than You. And my Rabb says to me, “If you come to Me an inch, I will come to you an arm’s length. If you come to Me walking, I will come to you running. Run to Me, Isra.”

لا إله إلا الله

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