Artwork by S.H. Raza Prayers are beautiful until they have no god to go to by Khatija Khan in families like mine, the first thing they teach you is to pray to raise your palms and ask what you want to wear your heart on your sleeve and call upon god to make a contract with the sky and dive into the ground for sujood and knit your forehead into the prayer mat, the way a fisherman's wife knits his death into his sweater i remember how my grandmother taught me how to pray she sa