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The Masjid, Mommy, and Me
[A trip to the masjid, told from the perspective of a 4 year old]
Thursday August 1, 2013 6:23 PM, Hira Uddin, ummid.com

Ramadan ReflectionAsalaamu alaikum! My name is Yahya, and my mommy's name is, Mommy.
We went to the masjid to speak to Allah, I wonder if He saw me.
I walked inside the masjid with her, clutching onto her black 'abaya.
We wait for the salah to start and she says, "Your spot is always saved right next to me Yahya."

She says to me, "Yahya, it's time to pray."
I tell her, "I know mommy, we do this five times a day!"
She smiles down at me and gives me a quick kiss on my cheek,
I want her love, but the love of Allah is all she seeks.

Like a pillar she stands so focused and strong,
I ask her, "Mommy do you need to rest? You've been standing so long."
But I remembered she can't reply to me because she's saying her prayers,
I might be four years old, but interrupting her conversation again with God? I don't dare!

I clutch onto her black 'abaya as she performs her rukoo',
And she holds onto my hand when she's in sujood.
I used to think when she came up from sujood, she was playing peek-a-boo,
But now I know that's when she's closest to Allah. Hey don't laugh, back then I was only two!

And do you want to know something really amazing?
When I feel tired standing after 8 taraweeh, I lay down – at mommy's beauty I'm gazing,
But she knows I'm feeling sleepy so she picks me up in her arms,
I feel so happy and place my head on her shoulder to fall asleep, it always works like a charm.

I am a big boy, being four years old and all,
But that doesn't stop mommy from standing in prayer while holding me, she never lets me fall.
I know mommy loves me so much. I'm her cookie and she's my chocolate chip: we complete each other.
You know, that's what's so beautiful about a child and his mother.

But hey, that makes me wonder about how close we must be to our Lord,
To hurt the One that Created my amazing mommy, I cannot afford.
Excuse me while I take the time to thank Him for everything He gave to me, in all His glory,
(And for that time I ate my friend's cookie, Lord, I'm sorry.)

Hira Uddin works as an individual trainer at the Texana Children's Center for Autism in the U.S

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