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When I was done I came back out to put my clothes on. Then I grabbed my prayer mat and spread it on the carpeted floor. I then said the opening takbeer and began to pray.

As I prayed what was on my mind? I mostly thought about my daughter and the type of world that she would be bought up in. In my short 25 years of life I have treated many girls in such a terrible and disrespectful way. I know that it will be bound to catch up with me one day, and my daughter will feel the heat of it. I didn’t want that, I didn’t want that at all. So I prayed, and I continued to pray. I wept as I prayed. I wept for my daughter, and I wept for her mother as she slept. When I was finished I sat there in my praying place. I held my legs up and hugged my knees.

I sunk my head in between my knees and I wept some more. Silently, I let the tears fall. Then I closed my eyes.

Why are you crying daddy?” Somebody asked me.

I slowly lifted my head up to see who it was. Standing before me was the most beautiful little girl that I have ever seen in my life. Her face illuminated, she was smiling. She had long dark hair and there were freckles on her cheeks.

I’ve never seen her before, but I have, in my dreams. She reached in with her tiny little hands to wipe away the tears from my eyes. Then it came to me.

Al’ahna, is that you?” I said quietly.

Before she could answer me the Adhan for Fajr came on in my phone and I awoke.

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