At six in the morning, the alarm goes off, and your day's work begins immediately. As dawn's light streams through the window, you lovingly call your son to wake him up. Initially, he looks at you with sleepy eyes, but when you remind him, "Son, you'll be late for madrasa today," he stretches and sits up.
From six-thirty to seven, you rush to get him ready. When the little one stands in front of the mirror, all dressed in his white jubba and cap after performing Wudu, your heart fills with a strange peace. Then comes the biggest challenge—breakfast.He might insist that he doesn’t want to eat eggs today or refuses to eat because he’s running late. With immense patience, you try to explain to him, maybe even feed him a couple of bites with your own hand.
As the clock approaches quarter to eight, you pack his bag and prepare to leave.Finally, just before eight, when you drop him off at the madrasa gate and see his smiling face, all the morning fatigue disappears in an instant. It feels like your daily struggle is leading him toward a bright future.
