I recently met an elderly lady at my local mosque and whenever I go there, I always see her. When I first met her we introduced ourselves to one another, and she told me that she lives an hour away and travels the distance, all alone, by bus. Too shy to ask her I’d wonder what’d make a delicate lady like her travel all that distance. Today she told me that she lost her husband over a year ago and ever since then, she comes here to make up for his missed prayers and to recite Quran in his name. If we were to really choose our spouses based on their level of faith, we’d be forever blessed in this life, and the next.