One Mother, One Day, One Prayer A Glimpse of Village Life"

Despite all my busy schedule, I decided to write a post today.
Today was Saturday, December 10th. Our village has been covered in smog since night, but despite this, I woke up at six in the morning. I performed ablution, the water was very cold, but I offered the Fajr prayer. It was quite cold, so I lit a fire in the kitchen before the prayer. Since I offer my prayers in the kitchen, I felt the warmth and offered my prayers peacefully. After the prayer, I remembered Allah for a while and finally prayed. This is my daily spiritual routine.

The children's school holidays are going on, and when the schools reopen next week, there will be some peace in the house. Right now, the noise of the children starts as soon as morning comes. The whole day goes by saying: "Don't do this, don't do that"... But the children are still engrossed in their own songs. But to be honest, life seems lonely without children. For a mother, her children are everything.

There are so many household chores that it becomes difficult to find time for myself. Today I decided that I will definitely write a post. The days have become shorter, and I have to make bread three times a day—for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Along with this, I also make the children do their school homework. Washing the children's clothes every other day, sweeping the yard, all this is part of the routine.

In the evening, my two little daughters come to bed with me and eat and insist that "Mom, tell me the same stories that Grandma used to tell me." When they sleep, it is nine o'clock at night. Then I wash the dishes and then it is time to go to bed. Finding time to write a post is really a challenge. My heart wants me to write something every day, but busyness makes a person helpless.

It is already ten o'clock at night, and I am writing these lines. I have to wake up again at six in the morning, and if I don't sleep well, my head hurts. But the peace of writing from the heart is something else.