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The room was wrapped in shadows.

Amir felt a soft hand on his shoulder.

“Amir, wake up,” Mama whispered. “It’s Suḥūr time.”

Amir turned his face into the pillow.

“But Mama… it’s so early,” he mumbled.

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Mama waited. She did not rush him.

Amir opened one eye. His blanket felt warm.

The night felt heavy.

Then he remembered something.

Allah loves this time.

Slowly, Amir pushed the blanket away and sat up.

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The window was a deep, glowing blue.

“This is a special time,” Mama said softly.

“Allah loves when we leave our sleep to obey Him.”

Amir nodded. His eyes were still sleepy—

but his heart felt awake.