Today was a wonderful day. Finally, I would be going back home with my lovely wife. She had been living in her father's house ever since he passed away some weeks ago. His death was tragic, it came so sudden - rendering Fatimah and her mother infirm. Well, Alhamdulillah since Fatimah could now smile unlike before. You know, her wholesomeness mattered a lot to me. She was seven months pregnant with our third child, and I wanted them both safe!

"Hope you did not forget anything?" I queried after loading her luggage into the car's trunk.

"No" She sniffed, wiping the tears in her face. Actually, she had cried heavily...