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بسم الله الرحمان الرجيم

There was a woman named Zainab. Her mother died when she was young. Before her mother died, she held Zainab’s hand. Her last words were: "Never stop praying Tahajjud for any reason. Be like me."

After her mother died, Zainab’s father married another woman. This woman was Zainab’s stepmother. She did not love Zainab. For twenty years, she hated her.

This stepmother had a dark wish. She wanted Zainab to fail. She wanted her to be poor, to be alone, and to have no happiness. She even wanted her to die. She tried many bad things, but none worked.

Zainab remembered her mother’s words. Every night, when the house was dark and quiet, she would wake up. She would pray Tahajjud.

Something amazing happened. Every evil plan the stepmother made for Zainab... did not touch Zainab. Instead, it went back. It returned to the stepmother’s own children.

The stepmother tried to make Zainab fail school. But Zainab passed.

The stepmother tried to make sure no man would marry Zainab. But Zainab met a good, kind, and wealthy man who's Godfearing. They married.

One night, the stepmother’s hate was so strong. She took a heavy piece of firewood. She wanted to hurt Zainab in her sleep. She crept into Zainab’s room in the middle of the night.

But Zainab was not sleeping. She was on her prayer mat, praying Tahajjud.

The stepmother moved to hit her. But suddenly, she felt a great heat, like a fire, in front of Zainab. It burned her face and she fell back in fear. She could not get near.

The next day, the stepmother ran to a local herbalist, a man who did bad magic. She paid him to stop Zainab from praying. But when she checked the next day, she found the man was already dead.

Years passed. Zainab’s life was blessed. She graduated. She had a happy marriage and beautiful children. Her home was full of peace and Allah's grace.

Her stepmother’s life was cursed. Her children were withdrawn from school due to poor academic performance, no marriage even at age of 40+, and no hope. They lived in poverty and shame. All the evil she planted for Zainab had grown in her own garden.

Finally, the stepmother, now a broken old woman, went to Zainab’s house. She fell to her knees before Zainab. She cried.

"I tried to destroy you," she confessed. "For twenty years, I used every evil. But a wall of fire was around you. My own plans destroyed my children. Please, forgive me."

Zainab helped the old woman up. She had pity on her. She forgave her.

Zainab knew the truth. It was not her own power. It was the power of those late-night prayers. It was the promise of Allah to those who come to Him in the deep, quiet night.

Her mother’s last words were true. Tahajjud was not just a prayer. It was a shield. A shield so strong that every arrow of hate shot at her was turned back to where it came from.

So, for any Muslim who hears this: The quiet night prayer is your strongest weapon. It is your unbreakable shield. Your enemy’s plots will not touch you. They will be sent back. But you must be consistent. You must never abandon it. Wake up when the world sleeps. Stand before Allah (swt). And watch Him build a wall of fire around your life.

Set your phone alarm to "repeat" every day, forever. Take it the way you can maintain for a long time without missing. At least, 2 raka'ats everyday and go back to catch up with your sleep. Just make it consistent.