Yā Rabb, You did not suggest qisṭ. You commanded it. Amara rabbī bi-l-qisṭ. The same verb You use for salāh. The same verb You use for hajj. The same verb You use for shahadah itself. Qisṭ is not a side virtue. It is in the spine of the dīn. And then You did something I did not expect, ya Allāh. You connected qisṭ directly to worship. 'Set your faces straight at every masjid; call upon Him sincerely.' As if You were saying: the same posture that makes your salāh sound, makes your justice sound. Both require facing You without distortion. Both require ikhlāṣ. Both require ihsān. Ya Allah, forgive me for the years I performed salāh perfectly while practicing crooked qisṭ in the rooms next to the masjid. Forgive me for thinking my five prayers covered an unjust word, an unfair payment, a slanted recommendation, a quiet bias in how I treated two people for the same wrong. They do not, ya Rabb. The dīn does not collapse the two columns into one. Build them both in me. Make me a believer who prays sincerely AND weighs justly. Whose sajdah aligns with whose scale. And then ya Rabb, You sealed the verse with the reminder of return: kamā badaʾkum taʿūdūn. Just as He created you in the beginning, you will return. Place the meeting on my heart at every choice. Especially at the choices no human will see. The closed-door choices. The receipt-less choices. The 'no one will ever know' choices. Let the verse echo: He hears, He sees, you will return. Āmīn ya Rāzzaq, ya ʿAdl.