After shopping with the kids at a local mall, we stopped by its small prayer room to offer salah.  As I sat and stared at the mihrab after prayer, I tried to discern the meanings of the words that surrounded the Divine Name, Allah.  It was a futile exercise.  I could only grasp potential meanings but nothing coherent in the tapestry of designs.  

The possible significance dawned on me slowly.  Here I was in a mall looking at all manner of worldly delights.  Even though some of them might be purchased for legitimate purposes, I should not let them distract me from seeking only the Divine.  In the end, He is the Real and all else is illusory.