Yā Rabb, You closed the longest Justice cluster of this entire calendar with a sentence that should melt the chest of every believer. 'Wa mā tafʿalū min khayr fa-inna Allāha kāna bihi ʿalīmā.' Whatever good you do, Allah is aware of it. After all the warnings about tilted scales, after the threats of destruction over corrupt measures, after the conditions placed on every permission, You closed with the gentlest seal: He sees the good. He knows the small act. He records the unseen mercy. Ya Allāh, I have read too many warnings to forget the closing mercy. The believer who fears Your judgment without trusting Your knowledge of his small goods will collapse under guilt. You did not want collapse; You wanted reform. So You sent the mercy at the end of the arc. To say: the justice you are practicing, even the small, even the unwitnessed, even the parts I asked of you that you have struggled with, I see it all. Nothing of khayr is invisible to Me. Forgive me, ya Rabb, for the times I performed justice and despaired when no one noticed. The honest invoice I sent that no client praised. The full disclosure I made that lost me a deal. The orphan I helped whose family never thanked me. The truth I told in a family meeting that made me unpopular. The fair share I gave a sibling that they took for granted. Each one You named, even before I performed it: wa mā tafʿalū min khayr fa-inna Allāha kāna bihi ʿalīmā. So I close this Justice arc, ya Allāh, with the simplest commitment I can make: from this day, I will do the just thing because You see, and because I trust that You see, and because the seeing is enough. I do not need the applause. I do not need the visible reward. I have al-ʿAlīm. Āmīn ya ʿAlīm ya Satīr.