Yā Rabb, You named Yourself al-ʿAdl. You set the heavens on a balance and the earth on a balance, and You warned us not to transgress in the balance. We thought You were talking about merchants. Then You revealed Surah ar-Raḥmān, alternating mizan with the question 'so which of the favors of your Lord will you deny?', and we understood: the scale is everything. It is the foundation under the whole world. Ya Allah, every word I speak is a kayl, a measure, poured into a listener's ear. Every account I give of another human being is a wazn, a weight, that lands on Your scale on the Day. And You have asked me only to give full measure, to weigh with the upright balance. Forgive me for the days I narrated my workday and made the colleague look worse than they were because the listener was on my side. Forgive me for the days I told my parents about my spouse with my thumb on the scale. Forgive me for the days I argued with my child as if I were the prosecutor instead of the parent. Strip my tongue of crookedness. Let me describe my enemy as accurately as my friend. Let me describe my friend with the same accuracy I would use about a stranger. And ya Rabb, on the Day when my own deeds are placed on the scale, in Your mercy press Your thumb on my side, the way I refused to do on others' sides in this world. Because You promised: dhālika khayrun wa aḥsanu taʾwordīlā. The end of an honest scale is more beautiful than the small win of a tilted one. Make me one of the people of the mustaqīm scale. Āmīn.