I kneel in Sujood, and as I finish my prayer, the stains on my mat remain, like someone scoring a goal and dropping to their knees—this is my goal. These stains are lasting memories, proving my faith. If I died now, this mat would show my last act of worship. Unlike a pirate's map, my prayer mat holds my true treasure. These stains, like a lawyer proving innocence in court, show the sweetness of this life and the next.