Fatima noticed it on a Tuesday.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic.
It was quiet.
Maryam, her eight-year-old daughter, used to remind her about salah.
“Mama, is it time yet?” “Can I put the mat next to yours?”
That Tuesday, Maghrib came and went.
Fatima glanced at the clock. Then at Maryam.
Nothing.
Maryam was on ...