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Wouldn’t it be good, I wondered outloud yesterday—if all our friends would forward a text message that read, ‘Pray Fajr in msq 2mrw’?

Witnessing thousands rising early to take their place on a coach to London, it would appear that texting for Gaza bore fruit. A week ago tens of thousands marched through London in protest at Israeli actions in Palestine.

Just imagine all of us texting one another, calling each other to prayer. Imagine tens of thousands of Muslim praying in our mosques at Fajr. I am sure my local is not unique in attracting no more than ten worshippers at that hour. It would be incredible, beautiful, amazing. All of us marching down to the mosque in droves, to start our day in the best of ways and supplicate to our Lord en masse.

It would just be so wonderful. Everyone passionate and driven by the urgency, texting everyone in their address book, reminding them that at dawn the imam awaits. All over the country, believers would converge on their local place of prayer, filling the rows, creating double-triple-parking havoc before sunrise.

Then, just after my question splurged past my lips, I turned to my wife with another thought.  Wouldn’t hundreds of thousands of Muslims turning up to pray Fajr in the mosque tomorrow morning be a certain cure for our woes?

Without a doubt it would, but alas, our mosques are close to empty at that hour of the day.

Can we find the passion and the urgency to encourage one another to pray Fajr in congregation? We ought to, for it is said that if we knew the reward that was in praying Isha and Fajr in congregation, we would attend them even if we had to get there by crawling.

Such were the thoughts that occurred to my mind as I hurtled down the M1 on my way back from Yorkshire yesterday morning. Sometimes the random meanderings of my mind hit upon the truth.