My source of light. If there is one thing you must know about me, it’s that I adore children. Even more so when it’s my little princess.
So today when the wife left to go to class, I was excited to spend time with my daughter. However, I wasn’t equipped for the emotional rollercoaster. When the Adhan went off she smiled and began trying to mimic the rhythm of the muadhin, a few moments later she started randomly making sajdah while sitting on my lap. When I eventually got up to pray maghrib she ran up to me crying while holding onto my legs. Whilst I made sajdah she climbed onto my back and made me think of the Prophet Muhammad with his grandchildren, it was so overwhelming….
What wouldn’t I give up for her?
It’s why before she was born I promised myself I would write for her. I would be the father that sent her to sleep with bedtime stories of characters I myself had written. I would learn my faith and practice it so that she would have a role model of a man in her life, a good father, husband, and servant of God.
Today’s picture means so much to me. I’ve only ever shown the drafts of it to my Patrons, but today it’s for all of you. This is Noor, a character based off of my daughter Eleanor. This young girl is who I want my daughter to look up to. I remember pouring my heart into writing this story, and when I eventually finished it I thought, what next? I decided I needed to have it drawn, but I couldn’t have just anyone do it, this was for my daughter, this was for my princess, only the best would do. So I contacted Aaliya, and this ladies and gentleman is what she saw in my story.
What I will say is to love your parents, and parents to love your children. I’ve decided to make the first few pages of Noor and the Sunken Treasure available to everyone via Patreon, regardless if you are a paid member or not.
Pray for my Eleanor that Al-Noor fills her heart with light, a light that guides her to His pleasure and eternal happiness.
For those of you that follow my blog, here’s an excerpt of the story, for more click here.
She went back home to bring her pail to her Baba. She would stand with him tonight, she wanted to be like him, and to be a star that shone bright. That night she prayed until she fell asleep. When she awoke, her cover had been gently laid over her and a cup of water placed near her head.
After a few days Noor had completely forgotten about the fish. Almost a month had passed and she was again, like every night heading to fetch water when again she heard a splash. Her heart lept like when one of the local children realizes they were caught stealing bread from the local baker. She collected her water and without turning her gaze began walking back home.
“Little girl where are you going?”
It was the fish! The pail became heavy and slipped from her fingers as she ran to the lake.
“You are real!”
“I always have been child, are you?”
She stared at him confused. “Yes, of course I’m real. What kind of question is that?” Her lips curled.
“A real one.” The fish laughed as water spouted from its mouth. “My apologies.”
“So who ARE you?” She sat down in front of the fish crossed legged with her head in her hands. She leaned in closer to the fish. “What is your name?”
“My name is Abdullah. I have lived here in this lake ever since I was born. My family before them, and before that for generations.”
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