How do you feel his loss?

How do you feel his loss?’ ‘I feel like a mother whose son has been beheaded in her lap.’ ‘You can never forget him, can you?’ ‘What do you think? Will present-day circumstances allow me to forget him?’ Praying for others It was Thursday night. The mother was facing the Kaaba, praying to her Lord, while her little son sat beside her, listening carefully. In spite of his age he watched every movement of his mother, standing, bending, prostrating.

He heard her pray for every Muslim man and woman he knew and did not, by name. She prayed that they be blessed with honour, contentment, goodness and piety. Now he wanted to hear what she would ask for herself. He kept awake for as long as she prayed, only…