Before darkness takes over, and the light takes its first breath, With Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar” in my ear I am awake. With a body that hungers for more sleep, standing up for Fajr is jihad on it’s own. I overcome my self. I’m awake. Slowly I fold out my carpet, starting to bow down to my lord, while I press my forehead towards the floor, I realized that Prayer is the only medicine that can heal a weakened soul.
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