A couple of weeks ago, now, I went to Arkansas to visit Mom, and while there, wandering around photographing) running errands for her, I slipped and fell, twisting my right knee in the process. There’s a bit of slowly-healing road rash, but the most fun is the stretched or torn MCL and possibly damaged meniscus. For the first few days, I could barely stand without pain, and took to sitting down to pray, bending my torso only for the bowing and prostrating portions of salat. And it didn’t really strike me at first, but after 10 days of modified prayer, I’m suddenly angry at myself for my prior ingratitude.
It’s been 10 days, and I’m mostly able to do whatever without pain, but the range of motion is limited, and I can’t do the sitting portion of prayer without extreme pain (or at all, really: my knee just doesn’t bend that far at present, and some rehab is needed and in progress). This means that, really, I can’t do sujood either, since you sit between prostrations, and complete the prayer sitting.
Oh, how I miss being able to pray, and Oh, how I took it for granted before.
And when affliction touches man, he calls upon Us, whether lying on his side or sitting or standing; but when We remove from him his affliction, he continues [in disobedience] as if he had never called upon Us to [remove] an affliction that touched him.
Astaghfirullah. Ya Allah, make me among the grateful. Ya Allah, help me to remember You and give thanks to You and worship You in the best possible manner, in all that I do, ameen.
