There’s something so beautiful about being able to pray for the people you love, that I can never put in words.

You see someone hurting so bad, and only wish you could help them heal. You feel their every invisible wound, yet turn so helpless against their human desire to constantly conceal.

And then they cross your mind one day while you’re on your knees, and you start wording out your pain. You pray for their smile to find a way back. You pray for their heart to be more at ease. You pray for their tangled thoughts to finally find some peace. And you pray their day would maybe bring along a bit of a warm breeze. You turn into a little kid, squeezing their eyes shut, tapping the floor and pleading in silence for their one and only wish. A wish that their heart yearns to have it happen right then and there. You start coming up with more of the prayers you never thought you’d ever hear yourself make. And you slowly realize it’s becoming one of your favorite parts on your conversations with Him. Asking for things your loved ones would never even guess they’d be crossing your mind with.

And then you watch, as your prayers heartwarmingly make it through. You hear them explain how they woke up one day, feeling light. So light. On the inside and all around. Wondering how this feeling even found its way. You slowly see the corners of their mouth sliding in opposite ways. You physically feel their wounds fading away. And your eyes move up to get a better view of the sky above. And you smile.

Maybe it’s you. Maybe it’s not. But maybe He heard you. And maybe it will continue being a secret you share. Loving someone so much, you couldn’t not tell God about them. Loving someone so much, you couldn’t not ask Him to please make it easy on them. Loving someone so much, you continue remembering them in your every Sojoud.

February 4, 2020