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    At the Heart of It

    It was during one of the last ten nights of Ramadhan. I had made wudhu and found the nearest vacant spot to pray just in time for the Imam to start the prayer. After we were done with the prayer, I got up to pray the sunnah. Just as I finished giving salams, the old lady seated next to me spoke. “Your hands were slanted in sujood. They should be straight, like this.” she gestured, her hand pointing straight towards the qiblah. I hadn’t realized that my hands weren’t straight and were not fully facing the qiblah while I was praying. “Thank you. Jzaakillaahu khayr for telling me.” I told…