A Ramadan evening. In a small rented flat in Khulna, iftar was laid out — chickpeas, puffed rice, beguni and a few dates. With the adhan, everyone began to eat.
Twelve-year-old Rafi suddenly noticed his mother's plate: two dates and a handful of puffed rice. 'Ammu, didn't you take any beguni?' She smiled: 'I don't really like it.'
Rafi knew she loved beguni. He understood: there hadn't been enough, so she had gone without. Quietly he moved two beguni from his plate to hers. Before she could speak he said: 'Ammu, I don't feel like them today.'
His mother's eyes filled, and his father smiled softly. The Quran tells us to pray for our parents as they raised us when we were small.
وَٱخۡفِضۡ لَهُمَا جَنَاحَ ٱلذُّلِّ مِنَ ٱلرَّحۡمَةِ وَقُل رَّبِّ ٱرۡحَمۡهُمَا كَمَا رَبَّيَانِي صَغِيرٗا
“And lower to them the wing of humility out of mercy and say, "My Lord, have mercy upon them as they brought me up [when I was] small."”
Surah Al-Isra 17:24
Translation: Saheeh International (QuranEnc)