Yā Rabb, You did not phrase this verse softly. You swore by Yourself. By Your Lord. They are not believers until they accept the Prophet's ﷺ rulings without tightness in their chests, and submit fully. Ya Allāh, how many times have I performed the externals of īmān while quietly resisting an internal ruling? The inheritance distribution that gave my sister more than my preference. The Sunnah of marriage rights I quietly wished did not apply to my situation. The hadith on lowering the gaze I read past because it inconvenienced my habits. The verse on usury I sidestepped with a 'modern interpretation' because a halal alternative felt slower. Each was a small ḥaraj in my soul. A small refusal of the Prophet's ﷺ judgment dressed in argument. Forgive me. Strip the ḥaraj from my chest. Make me a believer who accepts the ruling that costs me with the same chest as the ruling that benefits me. And ya Rabb, You closed the verse with 'yusallimū taslīman': submit with a full submission. Not partial. Not contextual. Not 'as long as it feels right.' Taslīman. The same root as Islam itself. Make my Islam a taslīman, not a negotiation. And on the Day You audit who was truly a believer (because You swore by Yourself), let me arrive having said yes to the Prophet's ﷺ judgment in the rooms it cost me most. Āmīn.