3.What
Prayer means to me?

Five
times a day I retreat from life, pause and renew my
intention for living. It's not just kids and work,
fun and problems. There's more, much more .....
Lying just beneath the surface of
our everyday thoughts. If we dare to peer within,
we'll find it, the home of peace; of truth ; an acute
awareness of what is wrong and right, of what is worthwhile
and what is wasted.
I stand still and concentrate on the spot on the carpet
where my forehead will soon rest, casting aside all
worries, fears and hopes, and focusing on the only
One Who can help, Who can forgive, Who is Well-Aware
of everything. Quietly, so only myself can hear, I
recite the verses of Qu'ran that remind us, in every
prayer, of the One Who showers Mercy of those who
deserve it and those who don't. The One to whom, all
Judgment lies and Whom we are all to return to, at
an appointed time. I remember that no one can help
me, no one can waylay my fears, no one can turn the
tide of events, except the One to Whom all help is
sought.
When anger strikes my heart, I recite
the verses that remind us of mercy, tolerance and
forgiveness; raising the consciousness to see through
the empty words that people speak, to the meaning
that may have been intended. So I forgive.
When worries cloud my mind and I'm
busy planning what I should do, I recite those verses
telling of good deeds and trust in the Lord of all.
The best of planners, the Subduer of evil and the
Exalter of Whom He pleases. So , I try my best, ask
for help and leave the rest to Allah s.w.t.
When I feel sad and lost, I recite
the verses promising victory to those who strive to
uphold piety, that place of rest and peace that lies
not so far ahead and the Source of all Peace Whose
help is always near. So, I wipe away my tears and
keep on trying, never giving up.
My prayer, is a way of life. It comes
five times a day but the rest of the time is in preparation
for the next, awareness of the passing time, remembering
my duty to my Creator and my responsibility to my
own soul. So whatever I'm doing, I stop and put it
aside, wash and stand in prayer, trying to look within,
at the faults that follow me around in my life, of
the evil my hands have sent forth, and seek guidance,
forgiveness and escape from the evil consequences
of what I may have done.
I think of the marvels of the universe,
how infinately beautiful and amazing as they are.
The wonders of my own self, the physical human body
and the wonders it contains. The depth and breadth
of the mind, that few of us can compass and then I
look to the trivial pleasures of life, the transient
nature of our existence and I feel an urge to do more,
to try harder, to be better than I was the day before.
And so I bow before my Creator, acknowledging
the fact that only He deserves my sincerity, my obedience
and my love. All else in life, is secondary to the
fact that if He hadn't chosen to create me, I would
never have existed. Here I am! Here's my duty. Worship
is not only prayer and fasting but the way we live,
the way we speak, the way we treat people and the
way we solve problems. Knowing that we weren't only
Created and left to discern truth for ourselves, I
adhere to the guidance given to me , to steady me
on the path that leads to success in this life and
the next.
I continue in my prayer, whether well
or ill, tired or wakeful, sad or hopeful, I continue,
knowing that success doesn't lie in the amount of
money, weapons or strenth one thinks one has, but
in ones morality.
By
: Velma Cook
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