“Junaid, wake up, its Sehri time,” Mother said.
“Ammi, let me sleep. I will wake up before Azan!”
I thought of bunking my school.
Azan was announced at 5 am.
I wake up at 8.
I stay back home citing weakness. I lied.
11 AM. I realized Allah had punished me as I was feeling hungry.
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