I would prefer to sleep, but the fear of going to hell chase me into wakefulness. Why the fear? If I don’t say my prayers then that’s where I am going to land — God forbid!
I was joking. There is the morning prayer, and Azkars to be said, and I willingly, and gladly get up early in the morning depending upon prayer timings which differ from summer to winter.
Once done with prayers I would snuggle down in bed for further snoozing. That used to be my routine in my husband’s lifetime. Then I had to re-awake at seven thirty, or earlier, depending at what time he wished for bed tea, and later breakfast.
Now once I get up for morning prayer, I remain awake, unless I get late to bed, and want further sleep —- then sleep it is.
Nowadays we are in the midst of fasting, so I have to get up at 3.45 am. I hurriedly prepare my son’s, grandson’s, and mine breakfast, and then wake them up to have it. I get to bed by seven again after prayer, and Azkars are done. I wake up again at eight thirty to see that my grandson H goes for his summer classes.
My brain is fuzzy nowadays being sleep deprived.
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