When I first thought of the concept of the “sublime”, my mind immediately jumped to my faith – Islam. I had never regarded myself as a “pious” person, as the term is interpreted differently by various people, and I still do not refer to that term when describing my relationship to my faith. I believe everyone has their own individual level of piety – if they choose to believe in religion at all – and that piety is met with a sense of inner peace. Yet, I find that naming what I feel every time I walk into a mosque as “inner peace” constricts what I actually go through – a feeling that can only be categorized as a byproduct of sublime. The call to prayer, the facing of the Kaba, the congregation, the feeling of standing next to a person who is of a different class, race, or age than I, yet knowing that there is no discrimination when it comes to Islam – all of these collective acts leads me to feel a sense of awe that I find difficult to express in words. But if I absolutely had to, I would describe it as my daily dose of a sublime.