"I'll check up on Hamza, hurry up and get ready for breakfast," I tell Abdullah, who lets out a loud groan, then smashes the pillow on his face. I chuckle and sit beside him, taking the pillow off his face. "Morning," he whispers. "Morning." "Tired?" He nods in reply and yawns dramatically before laying his head on my lap. I laugh at his gesture, then kiss his head. "Come on, your son has to get ready now, who will help him if I'm here?" I whisper. With that, he sits up instantly and smiles. "You go." He gets up and rushes into the bathroom. I let out an amused chuckle, then walk out of our room and into Hamza's room, which is right beside ours. What I witness in front of me, has me in tears. I just see the most beautiful scene ever. A tear drops as Hamza shifts on his prayer ma

