"Ami." Hamza walks into mine and Abdullah's room with a frown on his face. "What's wrong?" I ask and Abdullah puts down his laptop. "I had a scary dream, can I sleep here?" "Of course, come here." I hold my arms out and he runs into them. I pull him up and place him in the middle of the bed. He lays his head on my lap. "If you have a bad dream, pray to Allah and never tell anyone about it," I whisper to him. "Okay." He nods. Abdullah puts his laptop down and lays in bed. Hamza suddenly gets up and jumps out of the bed, then runs into the bathroom. "What's wrong with him?" Abduallah stands up and I follow him. As we near the bathroom, Hamza walks out. "Hamza, haven't you prayed?" Abdullah asks. "Ami says to pray to Allah, so I'm praying to Allah," Hamza replies. He walks past us

