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The Prophet, praise and peace be upon him, returned home to her apartment
well after the prayer had been offered and found her engrossed in her zikr. He, in
his usual polite manner, asked if he might tell her of a supplication equal to all
her zikr and Lady Jurairah listened intently as he told her to repeat three times:
"Exalted is Allah with His praise
as the number of His creation,
as it pleases Him,
as the weight of His Throne,
as the ink of His Words."
A THOUGHT
Just stop for a minute and think just how VERY great this exaltation is.
Now, close your eyes and try to think of all the grains of sand, the blades of
grass, the drops of rain, snowflakes and all the leaves on the trees in the world if
you can. Yes, you are right you can't and will never be able - now think, each one
well after the prayer had been offered and found her engrossed in her zikr. He, in
his usual polite manner, asked if he might tell her of a supplication equal to all
her zikr and Lady Jurairah listened intently as he told her to repeat three times:
"Exalted is Allah with His praise
as the number of His creation,
as it pleases Him,
as the weight of His Throne,
as the ink of His Words."
A THOUGHT
Just stop for a minute and think just how VERY great this exaltation is.
Now, close your eyes and try to think of all the grains of sand, the blades of
grass, the drops of rain, snowflakes and all the leaves on the trees in the world if
you can. Yes, you are right you can't and will never be able - now think, each one