The adhān of fajr called outside my hospital window. My contractions were coming hard and fast as I struggled to the restroom, performed wuḍūʾ, and then stood to pray fajr. A delivery nurse stood by as I began my prayer in qiyām and sat for rukūʿ and sujūd. When I said ‘salām’ at the end of the prayer, the nurse hauled me up and out to the delivery room, where, before the sun came up, my son was born.
[PDF of article available with table that I was unable to post in the blog]