تاريخ النشر: 01/01/2025
الناشر: دار آمنة للنشر والتوزيع
مدة التأمين: يتوفر عادة في غضون أسبوعين
نبذة الناشر:The wind went stronger and stronger, so it threw the lid of the pot away. I ran behind it, trying to catch it, but the wind was strong and fast, which pushed the cap too far. So, I went back to Nimah carrying the wet and polluted blanket. We ran ...to get home quickly before it was too late the rain fell into the pot, hence, flour particles fell over our heads and clothes.
We reached the cave, dipped in water, flour, and mud, to find our mother waiting anxiously. She grabbed the pot and looked inside, seeing flour soup, then paused for a while, and said:
It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. She lit the fire in the other cave, and it was also an indescribable task after the water flowed into its land and the pitcher got wet. She began to puff and puff, red eyes and thick smoke rising until the “fire ignited” Al Hamdulilah, mother announced. Then, she mixed the flour well with sugar, put it on the fire until it boiled, then she poured some into a small dish and blew on it to cool it.
She started wiping my sister Farah’s lips, then opened her mouth and put a little bit inside it, praying to Allah to heal her and keep her safe. Farah tries to feel it with great difficulty little by little, until her lips moved and started swallowing regularly.
My mother was encouraged to give her more and more until she pointed her to stop, thus my mother sighed, thanked God, and praised Him for his vast mercy and grace. Then she poured for us all to eat. إقرأ المزيد