While my head talks to me non-stop of the million things it has in it I decide to shoo it all away just by going to my mother. I lay next to her and hug her tight. I find enough space for myself and adjust myself swiftly and comfortably by her side. I sense a magical feeling. I smell her scent. I feel her warmth. I don’t understand what’s happening. All that stress flees from my mind. Peace. Slowly but deeply, I fall asleep. Without any effort.
I closed my eyes and a picture came to my mind. Of another boy in the same land that I stand on, far far away, also hugging his mother. He quickly wraps himself around her. He too, doesn’t seem to understand what is happening. He smells her blood. He smells her tears, her sweat. He senses her pain. Slowly, but deeply, he falls asleep. Without any reason. 😥
‘اللهُمَّ أَعِزَّ الإِسْلامَ وَالمُسْلِمِينَ’
‘Destroy the enemies of the Deen, and protect the lands of Islam, O Lord of the Worlds.’