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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books A Journey To The Fact Anxiety And Prayer The father left his son in a state of shock and went to his bedroom where his wife was waiting anxiously for the result of the meeting. He asked her with a smile on his face: It seems that you have heard the discussion, haven’t you? She answered: “Yes, but can he handle this shock?” “I think so”, he said, “like his brother had done before”, he continued.

The mother sighed praying: “O Lord, guide him, lead him to obey You and assign him to serve You.” Then she addressed the father: “I remember his brother when he reached puberty. I was very worried that day when I told you that you’re playing a dangerous game that may lead to the deviation of your son. But you reassured me and explained the necessity of that process. And now we can see the outcome. He is currently one of the prominent figures in Europe who leads people to God.

Ignorance has never reached or contaminated our son and couldn’t lead him astray from the right path.” The father thought for a moment and then said: If we had left him with his traditional way of worship, the usual prayers and the inherited ideology derived from home and society, he might have deviated when facing different ideologies, social trends or traditions while living abroad. “My dear son! How are you going to spend this night?” The mother sighed and glanced towards the room of her son.

The father had a meaningful glance as he said: “How did Abraham spend the nights as he was thoughtfully looking at the skies and the earth until he believed. This was only resolved when he turned his eyes to the Originator of the skies and the earth as a true Muslim and monotheist.” After the father closed the door of the teenager’s room, the boy stood still in a state of shock, and then he felt dizzy and threw himself on the bed.

Ongoing and conflicting thoughts continuously roamed in his mind, but he couldn’t understand what was happening and how to deal with it.

He felt that his head was about to explode, but then he remembered what his mother usually does in tough times; she sits down on her prayer rug towards the kiblah[^1],1 raising her hands and saying with a humble voice: “O God, whom I have no one but You to turn to and ask for help and guidance, put me on the right path.” Hurriedly, he stood up and went to the sink to perform ablution and get ready to pray.