It took me 23 years, but I’m finally starting to really feel that I’m having genuine and purposeful experiences on the petition floor covering, to make sure that prayer has currently become what I constantly desired it to be: a time for upbuilding and correct positioning towards life.
Perhaps it was the way I was educated, or my disposition as a child who was being shown, however Islamic petition was constantly been such a challenging thing to me, inspiring a constant low-grade feeling of anxiety. I remember, as a middle schooler at the local mosque, being intensely busied with articulating the verses properly and in the appropriate order, lest my petition be “invalidated” by God (a real religious idea in Islam, and one that as soon as occupied a huge space in the realty of my mind).
Currently, as I begin to let those constraints and uneasiness go, petition is becoming an actual resource of reflection and development. When I come close to the petition mat, whether in the early morning as I expect my day or late during the night when I reflect on it, I truly feel that I’m standing in the existence of a definitely sublime, unknowable developer, in the direction of whom my primary responsibility is to existing myself transparently and with complete liability. And when I enter that state, what results is the most honest self-dialogue I have ever before known: a discussion that’s completely well balanced, proceeding flawlessly between the …