During Taraweeh, Iqbar grinned at me, revealing two minute incisors.

Keenly, he watched my folded arms, bowings, kowtowings, and muttering of Amins, Allahuakbars.

Iqbar also kowtowed, laughed and clapped, his puerile voice imitating mine: “A-m-i-n, A-ll-ah-u-ak-bar!”

Distracted and smiling, I beseech Allah for forgiveness, and another happy baby, like Iqbar.

Jimoh Adeiza Abdulrahaman writes from Nigeria. He’s a fiction writer who’s passionate about humanity. His works have appeared or forthcoming in 50-Word Stories and SprinNG.