Yā Rabb, You closed the Justice arc with a verse that turned every believer into a community-builder. Two groups fighting. Three steps to follow. Reconcile. Restrain the oppressor. Then reconcile justly. And You attached Your love to the closing: inna Allāha yuḥibbu al-muqsiṭīn. Allah loves the even-handed. Twice in the Quran You attached Your love directly to the muqsiṭīn (5:42, 49:9). Twice. As if to say: this is one of the few qualities I have explicitly named as beloved to Me. Be just. Be reconciling. Be even-handed. And I will love you. Ya Allāh, our communities are full of conflict that no one will reconcile. Family wounds nobody will mediate. Marriages that crumble while bystanders look away. Mosque disputes that split worship. Business partnerships that break in WhatsApp screenshots. And the believer's role, the role You named, is rarely filled: aṣliḥū. Reconcile. Forgive me, ya Rabb, for the conflicts I have walked past because 'it was not my business.' For the brothers I could have brought back together if I had been willing to be the one to call. For the sisters who needed a third voice and I stayed silent. Send me, ya Allāh, into the role You named. Make me a muṣliḥ, a reconciler. Train my tongue to soften feuds. Train my heart to be even-handed when both sides expect me to take theirs. And give me the courage to restrain the clearly oppressing side before I 'reconcile' the unbalanced relationship. Because false peace is not peace. And on the Day You separate al-muqsiṭīn from the rest, ya Rabb, place me among those You promised to love. Āmīn ya Muṣliḥ, ya Wadūd, ya Salām.