Aya, a diligent six-year-old, was already up and dressed in her favorite pink hijab. She gently shook her younger sister, Amal, awake. "Amal, it's time to get ready for school," she whispered with a soft smile. Amal yawned and nodded, her eyes still heavy with sleep.
Sumaira, their gentle and caring mother, handed them their school bags, filled with neatly packed lunches. "Remember to be kind and help each other," she reminded, her voice full of warmth. Abdullah, their father, watched proudly, his face beaming with love. "You girls make us so proud," he added, as Aya and Amal waved goodbye and headed off.
Ahmed, the one-year-old bundle of energy, giggled as his sisters, Aya and Amal, played with him in the park. "Let's build a sandcastle, Amal!" Aya suggested. "Yes, and Ahmed can be the king!" Amal chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Sumaira busily chopped vegetables, her movements graceful and practiced. Abdullah joined her, sharing stories from his childhood. "Your grandmother used to make the best samosas," he reminisced, filling the room with nostalgia and warmth. Aya and Amal helped set the table, eager to break their fast together.
Abdullah led the family in prayer, his voice steady and filled with gratitude. "May our hearts always be full of love and our home filled with peace," he prayed. Ahmed clapped his tiny hands, amused by the peaceful atmosphere. Amal looked at her father, eyes wide with admiration. "I want to learn all the prayers, Baba," Aya declared, her resolve evident.
Sumaira cradled Ahmed in her arms, while Abdullah told stories of their ancestors, weaving tales of courage and faith. "Our heritage is rich with love and resilience," he explained, as the girls listened intently. Aya pondered the stories, her heart full of pride and hope. "One day, I want to share these stories too," Amal whispered, snuggling closer to Aya.
