Whispers in Dawn a short story about prayers on Laylat al-Qadr the Night of Destiny

As the first slivers of light crept through the window, Fatima stirred, the scent of freshly brewed cardamom coffee wafting from the kitchen. Today was a special day, Laylat al-Qadr, the Night of Destiny, and she yearned to share its magic with her eight-year-old son, Ali. But Ali, tucked under a mountain of blankets, remained blissfully asleep

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