QADR ✔️

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Mr Aminu reach Amaan's house. He knock on the gate. The gateman open the gate for him.
Kasim, how are you?
I'm fine. Why are you here?
I want to see Jawad. I hope his father is not in. Mr Aminu asked.
No. he has left the house.
Kasim let him inside.
He take Mr Aminu to Jawad's room.

Jawad clutch his stomach. He let out a whimper.
I want to take chocolate. My Daddy will not buy it for me. Jawad cried.
I bought it for you. Mr Aminu muttered.
Jawad pivot his gaze to the door. His face broke into a smile.
Grandpa! Jawad squealed and ran to Mr Aminu.
He pick him up.

Don't call me Grandpa I'm not Old. Mr Aminu whispered.
Where is the chocolate?
I don't have it.
Jawad started sulking.
Mr Aminu took them out of his pocket and gave them to Jawad.
Thank you, Uncle.

Did your Daddy give you food? Mr Aminu asked.
No. Jawad pout.
I will wait until he comes back and deal with him.
Mr Aminu took out the food flask from the bag.
Come here let me feed you.
Jawad drop the chocolate on his bed.
Mr Aminu opened the food flask and started feeding Jawad.

Thank you. Jawad muttered with a smile.
I will hide the food flask here for you. If Daddy refused to give you food tonight you should take it out and eat. Mr Aminu whispered.
Jawad nod his head.
Uncle, will you tell me a story?
Yes, I will. Mr Aminu muttered.
He cleared his throat and started telling Jawad a story.

Uncle, why are people so callous?
Like my Dad. Jawad mumble.
Uncle, will you teach me how to recite the Quran?
You don't know how to recite the Quran.
My Daddy didn't teach me.
He only taught me how to pray and he always ensured I pray the five daily Sallah. Jawad mumble.
This is serious.

Uncle I want to go to school.
Jawad I wish I could enroll you in a school but I don't have the means.
I will teach you how to read the Quran.
My first Son memories 20 surah when he was four years old like you.
He was just like you.
I miss him so much.
He is my favourite Son.

Jawad blink his eyes.
He wipe off Mr Aminu's tears.
Is he dead? Jawad's question brought Mr Aminu out of his trance.
I don't know. Mr Aminu muttered with a sniff.
I'm sorry for crying in your presence. Mr Aminu smile.
Jawad should I bathe you?
I am four years old.

Let me bathe you.
Okay. Jawad mumble.
Mr Aminu chuckle.
Jawad take off his clothes.
He walk to his wardrobe and take out his towel.
I'm ready. Jawad muttered.
Mr Aminu follow him to the bathroom and bath him.
He take him out of the bathroom dry his skin.
Where is your body lotion?

It has finished I will get my Daddy's own. Jawad run out of his room.
He run to Amaan's bedroom.
Jawad facepalm.
My hand can't reach there.
Jawad take the vanity chair and stand on it.
He stretch his hand and take the cream.
Jawad's hand hit the perfume.
It fell and broke into pieces.

Jawad cover his mouth with his palm.
He take the cream and run out of the room.
Why are you trembling? Mr Aminu asked.
I break my Daddy's perfume. Jawad cried.
He will beat me. Jawad cried.
Stop crying, I'm here I will not allow him to beat you. Mr Aminu wipe off Jawad's tears.

He apply the cream to his body.
Return it quickly before he comes back. Mr Aminu muttered.
Jawad shook his head.
He run out of the room.
Jawad enter Amaan's bedroom.
He drop the cream and run out of the room.
Mr Aminu dressed him up.
Uncle, I haven't sweep the kitchen. I will be right back. Jawad muttered and ran out of his room.
Mr Aminu shook his head.

Jawad reach the kitchen.
He take the bottles of alcohol out.
He walk to his room with the bottles.
Uncle, what is this?
My Daddy took it alone and I want to take it too but he always yelled at me anytime I asked him to give it to me. Jawad pout.
Did your Daddy drink all of this?
Yes.
It's a bad thing.
If it is bad why did my Daddy take it?