Teaching Posthumously

I was waking up my 6 year old for school or suhur, or something the other day, with my usual growl and frown, and couldn't help but pause and remember my father, sending prayers for him.  I flashed back to how he used to wake us up with a loud smile, a boisterous nature, and a happy, off-to-the-right-track beginning of the morning jolt. He would laugh when we grumbled, covered our faces with our blankets, or screamed "I'm getting up" for the hundredth time.  And he'd come back and wake us up a … [Read more...]


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