Yā Rabb, this ayah was revealed in a community that had every reason to hate. The mushrikūn who tortured the Companions, the Jewish tribes that broke treaties, the hypocrites who plotted in shadow. And in the middle of all of that, You said: do not let your hatred of a people lead you into injustice. Because You know my heart, ya ʿAlīm. You know I can quote Quran in one breath and grind a coworker's reputation in the next, because 'they deserve it.' You know I can pray two rakʿat and gossip about a rival in the same hour because 'the truth must be told.' You know I can support justice for the oppressed on social media and still cheat a former friend out of what I owe them. So this ayah comes for me personally. Strip my heart of the lie that hatred earns a discount on accountability. Let me speak no exaggeration about an enemy that I would not let pass about a brother. Let me give the worst of my opponents their full just measure: their words quoted correctly, their good acknowledged, their wrong named without inflation. Because the moment I shave a single gram off the scale of justice in the name of my anger, I have stepped outside taqwā and I will meet that moment in front of You. And ya Rabb, if I have ever wronged someone because I hated them and called it 'speaking truth,' bring them to my mind and let me make it right. You see everything. Make me see myself the way You see me. Āmīn.