Five Times a Day

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I grew up in a household that valued Islam and science (something which might seem like a paradox to a number of atheists). It wasn’t overly religious, and it wasn’t secular either. MTV and Bay Watch weren’t forbidden, yet they weren’t embraced. The focus was mainly on the spiritual aspects of Islam, for I was taught that without a solid spiritual foundation, the rest would be wobbly and misguided.

My parents pray 5 times a day, everyday, and while they encouraged me to do the same as a child, they never forced me to do so against my own will. I was free to make my own choices. Eventually I chose to follow my dad once in a while to the neighborhood mosque, a mosque that was blessed with a young charismatic Imam possessing a very beautiful voice. He had the ability to sing the Koran so beautifully, your mind got swept to a peaceful realm so far away, you never had to worry about a single thing. It was then that I slowly began to develop the habit of praying.

Now at 20, with ever-increasing stress-causing factors, prayer just keeps getting better. Why do I do it? Simple. It’s a form of meditation (when performed right).

It’s not just a set of “up and down” movements. It’s certainly not out of greed for heaven, and it’s surely not out of fear of hell’s eternal inferno. Those are both common views, which in my opinion, are unfortunately over-emphasized and hammered into our heads from a very young age sometimes. They should be minimal reasons for praying.

I pray because it’s calming, because it’s soothing and because it’s relaxing. It feels best when I’m not in a hurry. It feels absolutely best when performed as if it’s the last prayer I’ll ever have the chance to perform.

Some pop Xanax to relax themselves. Some listen to Bob Marley and smoke marijuana while ignoring all the associated health risks. Others practice a little Yoga. If Islam was a burden, I would have given it up a long time ago, and hence I prefer to pray 5 times a day.

(Cross-posted from The Sudanese Thinker)