I lie awake throughout the night peering at the bedroom door I\u2019ve strategically left open just the right distance to see the dim light on the other side.\u00a0 The night is so still \u2013 so quiet. Every sound could be the one and my heart skips over its own beat waiting for the second sound: a door creaking open, a slow step being taken. Is he back? And what might he be after this time?<\/p>\n
A few weeks ago I fell asleep next to my daughter. Not quite ready for bed, I even left the hallway lights on. Earlier that evening, for the first time in her 4 years, my youngest asked me if there were bad guys in this world and if they could get into our house. I tried to strike a balance between truth and security.\u00a0 I assured her that we had locked up and done all we could to make sure none of those bad guys come in.<\/p>\n
Allah is our best protector. \u00a0A few hours later I felt someone stirring down the hall. Had my husband gotten up? I thought so and I closed my eyes again.\u00a0 Seeing a strange figure appear at the top of the stairs, I flew from my daughter\u2019s side yelling at this strange man,\u00a0 \u201cWhat are you doing here.\u00a0 Get out!\u00a0 Get out!\u201d<\/p>\n
It was only a few minutes before the 911 dispatcher told me the officers were already outside. \u00a0My husband had secured the inside, ensuring that he had taken the back way out.\u00a0 Surprisingly they caught up with him, or at least someone who matched his description. Unfortunately, I couldn\u2019t be 100% sure it was him and without anything from my house in his possession, he was later released.\u00a0 The next day we realized that he had actually taken cash from my husband\u2019s wallet which was still inside his pants pocket that night. The man had been so careful to return the wallet to its original place.<\/p>\n
So now we wait for man\u2019s justice to be served.\u00a0 Perhaps this man will return to prison, or maybe the conviction won\u2019t hold.\u00a0 I\u2019m trying to sleep. The nights bring increasingly more relaxation, slowly but surely.\u00a0\u00a0 I make du\u2019a and spit at the place where he appeared. \u00a0I am reassured that Allah is my Protector and I plead to Him to protect my family, accepting the fact that nothing happens without His will.<\/p>\n
Susan Assaf<\/p>\n
Susan lives in Maryland and is a homeschooling mom of 4.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I lie awake throughout the night peering at the bedroom door I\u2019ve strategically left open just the right distance to see the dim light on the other side.\u00a0 The night is so still \u2013 so quiet. Every sound could be the one and my heart skips over its own beat waiting for the second sound: […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1573,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[42,63,564,1223,1252,1384],"class_list":["post-4164","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-motherhood","tag-addressing-childrens-fears","tag-allah-is-protector","tag-home-burglary","tag-strangers-in-my-house","tag-susan-assaf","tag-waiting-for-justice"],"yoast_head":"\n