Fatiha 7 -

After the prayer, Layla tugged his sleeve. “Grandfather,” she said. “Now you have two voices—yours and mine.”

On the thirtieth day, Yusuf woke with a tickle in his throat. He tried to speak. A croak. Then a word. “Bismillah.” fatiha 7

Yusuf opened his mouth. Nothing came out. He pointed to his throat and shook his head, tears pricking his eyes. After the prayer, Layla tugged his sleeve