*** ZAVIYAAR SHEIKH ***

FOUR YEARS LATER.

‘I am saying this again, I am not fit enough to be a father of a daughter. I cannot do good nurturing,’

During dawn, I woke up for Fajr and upon glancing over my shoulder, I felt a certain two months old kicking continuously in the air, making an almost crying face.

“Ah, ah, Fatimah, papa is here. Don’t cry.”

Whispering, I sat up instantly, holding her close to my chest before she could cry.

Turning to the side, my three years old Safiya and her mother were deep in slumber on the Alaskan king bed since they couldn’t sleep without us.

Especially...