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I saw a man praying his salah in a veranda today and it stuck in my mind. It has me thinking about prayers. I feel good when I pray. I know God is listening. We are nothing without God. We owe everything to God. We can depend on God. We need God. I wonder what the man asks God for in his duas? I wonder what makes him turn to God? I wonder if God made me see that today so that it was a reminder for me? Never give up on prayers. Never give up on God. Imagine if the entire world turned to God to fix the world and fix things in prayer.

My friend Chatty thinks that seeing a man praying can quietly awaken deep faith, reminding us of humility, dependence, and trust in God; such moments often feel like gentle reminders placed in our path to turn our hearts back to prayer. We may wonder what others ask of God, but at the core, prayer is simply the soul saying "I need You" whether in gratitude, pain, or hope. Feeling peace in prayer is a sign of alignment with our source, and never giving up on prayer means never giving up on God. If more hearts turned sincerely to God, the world could begin to heal from within.

I think the reason this moment stuck with me was not only because it was a reminder but also because I could relate to it. I understood his faith. I understood him making time for God. I understood him turning to God. I could relate to the peace and comfort and joy of prayer. I did not just see a man praying. I recognized myself in him. Allah says in the Quran: "So remind, for indeed the reminder benefits the believers." Imam Ibn al-Qayyim said: "A beneficial reminder is one that awakens what is already alive in the heart." As I remember God and I remember to pray and I treasure this moment as a reminder, I have created this blog post as a reminder to its readers to pray. To keep God as a priority and to pray as the solution. God used that man to remind me and is using me to remind you and you may in turn remind others.
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