It is morning. In the quiet stillness of dawn, the discernible ticking of the clock goes solemnly on and on as light begins to trickle through the windows. One is conscious of every second with every somber tick. There is a gravity in commonplace things when the day is still new. It is as though the house itself, with all its elements, is slumbering alongside its occupants; any slight movement to wake it while moving a chair or opening a door sounds too much like a jarring rebuke contrasting the peace of reticent daybreak. Presently, the birds begin to chirp and the wheels begin to creak as the day is set into motion with the troop of early-risers commencing their day. As the hammer on the construction site gets louder and one becomes conscious of the sounds of footsteps and the muffled morning traffic, the ticking of the clock sounds less solemn. The winter sun has risen with a mild, golden glow and there is a thrill in breathing the chill, morning air and in the earnestness of filling what is to come, with goodness and kindness, inshaAllah.
“We have reached the morning, and at this very time unto Allah belongs all sovereignty, Lord of the worlds. O Allah, I ask You for the good of this day, its triumphs, its victories, its light, its blessings, and its guidance. And I take refuge in You from the evil of this day and the evil that follows it.” [Abu Dawud]