Ow, Ow, Ow

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

Yesterday morning, Zahira was brushing Dhuha’s hair and with each stroke Dhuha was saying ‘ow, ow’. MashaAllah, it was so cute. I felt sorry for her because it was obviously hurting her but that’s what she gets for spending the whole night twirling it into knots. It was a nice moment because this was one of the rare moments where she has used a word appropriately. I have a great hope, she will speak.

O Allah, There is no god except You! Have mercy on Dhuha. You are enough as a protector and provider for us.