Hamza thanks his mother, and a moment of gratitude quietly deepens.
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It was a sunny morning. Little Hamza sat at the kitchen table, holding a small piece of paper and a pencil.
“I want to write a letter,” he whispered. “A letter to Mama!”
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Mama turned from the stove and smiled. “A letter? What for?”
Hamza giggled, “Because you’re my first friend!”
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Hamza wrote: “Thank you, Mama, for cooking for me.”
Mama said softly, “Allah loves it when we are grateful. He tells us in the Qur’an, ‘Be grateful to Me and to your parents.’”
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It was a sunny morning. Little Hamza sat at the kitchen table, holding a small piece of paper and a pencil.
“I want to write a letter,” he whispered. “A letter to Mama!
