Let me pipe up real quick.

This ain’t a post about the system.
This ain’t about justice or innocence or guilt.
This is a prayer. A plea. A breath for every man who has court tomorrow.

Whether you're walking in with shackles on your wrists or just a lump in your throat…
Whether you did it or didn’t… whether you feel seen or silenced…
I want you to know—somebody is praying for you.

I’m praying for you.

Ya Allah, Lord of the unseen, Knower of hearts—

I raise my hands not to ask for an escape,
but for Your nearness in the fire.

Be with every man who has court tomorrow.
Be with the one shaking in silence,
and the one staring blank into the wall at 2am.
Be with the man whose family don’t pick up the phone no more.
The one whose name ain’t on no prayer list.
The one who still fasted last Ramadan behind bars.

Be with the ones who don’t believe anyone's praying for them.

I am.

Ya Rabb, You are the Most Just, the Most Merciful—

I ask You to deal with each man not according to the weight of his charge,
but according to the weight of Your Mercy.
If he’s guilty—wrap him in growth, not shame.
Let him walk through the consequences, but not alone.
Let prison reform him, not erase him.

If he’s innocent—grant him freedom, with dignity.
Expose every lie. Collapse every false witness.
And even if they sentence him—let his soul remain untouchable.

Ya Allah, You are closer to us than our jugular veins—

I ask You to strengthen the knees of the one whose strength is failing.
The one who kissed his kids goodbye not knowing if they’ll remember his voice.
The one who got set up by a so-called friend.
The one who’s a good man with a bad moment haunting his name.

Let him stand tomorrow with honor—not because the system sees him,
but because You do.

Let Your light cover him like armor.
Let Your angels walk him into that courtroom and back out again.

Ya Allah, You are the Turner of hearts—

Turn the heart of the judge toward justice.
Turn the heart of the DA toward compassion.
Turn the hearts of family members toward forgiveness.
And turn the heart of the man standing trial toward You.

Let him see that his story ain’t over.
Let him know that even if he’s sentenced,
Your Mercy still covers every brick and bar.

Let him believe again.
Not in the court. Not in the streets. But in You.

Ya Allah, Forgiver of sins and the Lifter of burdens—

There are men facing charges because they broke.
Because they were poor. Because they were scared.
Because they never had a father to teach them what being a man really is.

There are men who sold to feed their kids.
Men who swung back out of fear.
Men who never saw softness until the day it was too late.

Don’t let the world define them by their charges.
Define them by their prayers.

Elevate them with taubah (repentance).
Make their nights in a cell feel like nights in Your presence.

Ya Allah, Most Gentle, Most Kind—

Be with the man who just wants to come home.
To his wife, his son, his mother who writes him letters in tears.

Be with the brother who’s in a halfway house right now,
doing everything right but still waiting on a second chance.

Be with the brother who’s been through the system three times,
but finally picked up the Qur’an and started to change.

Ya Allah, if they feel too far gone—bring them back.
If they feel unloved—surround them.
If they feel numb—let them feel Your nearness.

And Ya Allah… be with the ones who don’t say nothing.

The ones who hold everything in.
The ones whose faces don’t show fear but whose hearts are crumbling.

Let them cry without shame.
Let them breathe without guilt.
Let them find a quiet place to kneel and talk to You—even if they don’t know how.

Oh Allah, The Most Hearing—

I make duʿāʼ for the lawyers who still believe in truth.
The Muslim chaplains in the jails.
The imams who answer collect calls at midnight.
The brothers who send letters, who never miss a Jumu’ah.

Reward them all.

I make duʿāʼ for the men whose names we forget…
but You never do.

And Ya Allah, if court breaks them—piece them back together.
If they get time—let it be time to heal.
If they get freedom—let it be a freedom that leads them to You.

Let no trial be wasted.
Let no pain be pointless.
Let every step toward accountability also be a step toward light.

Ya Allah,
This world labels men as felons, numbers, threats.
But You know them as Your creation.
Your slaves.
Your servants.
Your sons of Adam.

So I ask You, from the deepest place in my heart—
cover them in Rahmah.
Cover them in Guidance.
Cover them in something no sentence can take away:
Hope.

Ameen.

If you're a man with court tomorrow… I don’t need to know your case.
Just know your name is being carried in prayer tonight.
And whatever happens… your worth is bigger than any verdict.
Your soul is bigger than any courtroom.

If this prayer speaks to you, I recorded something just for this moment. A raw reflection for every man walking into court tomorrow. Click below to hear it in my own voice, from one brother to another.

👉 Watch the Pipe Up Video on YouTube

Remember, we all carry something, but here you ain’t gotta carry it alone.

Pipe Up.

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