I was lost in deep thought, closing my eyes, saying to myself, "Oh Allah, I am your servant who worships you frequently. I left my parents in good health, I maintain family ties, I am kind to neighbors, orphans, and the weak. Allah, I don't know why you are testing me in this way, but you are all-knowing. I will not question you. Oh Lord, if I have committed any sin, forgive me and grant me a blessed offspring. Allah, not because of my deeds, but because of your abundant mercy." All of this I was saying in my mind, addressing none but my Creator who made me. I couldn't find peace, so I got up, performed ablution, and started praying. Eventually, sleep took me, carrying a dream that I should have reflected on, as it could help solve my future problems. However, Mary's crying woke me up, so I couldn't focus on it. I jumped up and went to her.
"Ja'afar, take me home to Mama."
"We are not in Cameroon; we are in Dubai. Be patient. I know the pain of losing a child."
She started looking around the room. I don't know what caught her attention, but she stopped arguing and just lay quietly on my chest.
"Shall I bring you some Lipton to drink?" I asked, but she didn't respond. I lifted her chin and said, "Try to drink some, okay?" She just closed her eyes, tears streaming down. I gently kissed her tears away, not out of passion or desire but because it's one way I succeed in comforting her. I didn't stop until I felt her heartbeat calm down and return to normal. I adjusted her pillow and laid her down before going to the kitchen to make her some tea. I had to really persuade her to drink half, and I finished the rest.
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