يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا لَا تُلْهِكُمْ أَمْوَالُكُمْ وَلَا أَوْلَادُكُمْ عَنْ ذِكْرِ اللَّهِ ۚ وَمَنْ يَفْعَلْ ذَٰلِكَ فَأُولَٰئِكَ هُمُ الْخَاسِرُونَ
(Surah Al-Munafiqun, 63:9)
Before dawn, I battle my weakness, often failing to answer the call of Fajr. Others, with hearts rooted in faith, fill the first rows, while I console myself for my fragile imān. Guilt cuts deep—our lives, consumed by material pursuits, have left little room for what truly matters. Even parents, lost in chasing worldly success, neglect the spiritual soul of their children. In this neglect lies a pain too heavy to bear. Yet, this guilt stirs a hope within me—a longing to rise, to return, and to seek what I’ve lost, one prayer at a time
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