Some things in life cannot be seen, but only felt, like the way the air dances across your cheeks on a spring morning, or how sunlight quietly tiptoes through clouds to greet you. That is what Ammi is like. You might not spot her glowing like angels in picture books, but I believe, no, I’m quite sure, she is something far more marvellous.

Our mornings at home are warm and quiet, stitched together by the little sounds that belong only to her. The floor creaks with secrets, the kettle sings like it knows a joke, and the smell of parathas climbs the stairs and wraps around me like a secret hug.

And then, just as always, she touches my forehead, ever so gently, and after whispering the Kalima, she says “My darling, today belongs to you.” Her voice is like the early morning, calm, cool and full of promise. Her words sink into my heart........

© Dawn Young Magazine