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His laptop is open. In the search bar, his fingers—stained with motor oil from fixing the boiler—type something he didn’t know he was thinking:

For Mother.

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He scrolls. Juzuk 1, Juzuk 2… each a division of the night. He remembers his mother dividing the Ramadan night into three parts: one for eating, one for sleeping, one for crying over the Qur’an. He never understood the crying. Now he is forty pages in, and his eyes are wet for no reason he can name.

Rumi. Not the poet. The script. Malay written in Latin letters. The Qur’an made phonetic for the tongue that has forgotten its Arabic shape. For people like him. For the diaspora. For the lost. His laptop is open

The first page is Surah Al-Fatiha, but written in letters he can read without moving his lips in apology: Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. Alhamdulillahi rabbil ‘alamin.

Haris closes the laptop.

His mother used to recite this when he had nightmares as a boy. She said: Your Lord has not forsaken you, nor is He displeased. He had believed her then, the way a child believes that the blanket can stop the monster.