The words left his lips, soft but resonant. God is the Greatest.
"Yusuf," Layla whispered, her voice raspy. "Come. It’s time." azan for newborn baby
Yusuf nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. He walked slowly to the bed and sat on the edge. The mattress dipped under his weight. He reached out, his large, rough hand trembling slightly as he touched the soft fuzz of Adam’s cheek. The baby stirred, letting out a small, squeaking sigh. The words left his lips, soft but resonant
He was barely a few hours old. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face scrunched in that timeless expression of newborn indignation, his tiny lips pursing as he rooted for comfort. He had just been cleaned and swaddled, brought back into the room where his father waited. The mattress dipped under his weight
This was the Sunnah—the tradition of the Prophet. It was the Azan , the call to prayer, usually heard from the minarets of mosques five times a day, calling the faithful to success and salvation. But for a newborn, it was the first welcome into the faith. It was the first lesson: that there is no god but God, and that this life is a journey toward Him.