Peace to the one reading this.
This piece of write-up comes from a special place in my heart. It comes from the absolute knowledge that I am nothing and I belong to Ar-Rahman! This isn't merely an outburst of some emotion, but words that spill at the realisation and reflection of being conscious.
We all have written and read about the power and beauty of Sajdah/Sujood.To fall onto the ground, and desperately seeking from the one above the seven heavens. The one moment when our heart is above our heads, and we pour out our woes, worries, seeking for all that we think we need for us in this life and next. There is no form of seeking that is as humbling as that of sujood. For us, to bow down and whisper all that which Allah already knows of, is a lesson for man. To shred away any thought of arrogance and even the mere thought of 'I' or 'Mine'. It takes a lot of Taqwa in one to reach such a point.
The urge to grasp onto our musallah(praying mat) and cry about all that is disturbing us, also, out of happiness, we fall and let out a note of gratitude for the abundant mercy and blessings Allah showered upon us.
I have read somewhere that sujood is a love's tale, uttered on the lands, but heard up in the heavens and that itself describes the beauty of it.
Let's grasp onto each sajdah we have been blessed with, every sujood we do is the mercy of Allah, for Allah has put Allah's "will" that we do it. Let us pray for Allah's mercy to never stop, for Allah to decree upon more sujood so we talk to Allah till our heart's content.
