The sun warms the park, and you and your husband sit together on a bench, enjoying the peaceful afternoon. Your son Tariq, is running around, his laughter ringing through the air as he chases butterflies, you smile at his boundless energy while holding your baby daughter Ferisha in your arms.

As you chat with your husband, you feel a gentle tug on your hijab, glancing down, you see ferisha's tiny hands trying to pull it off, you chuckle, trying to gently loosen her grip. “Little one, are you trying to take Mama’s hijab off?” You laugh softly, attempting to pry her fingers loose.

Your husband chuckles, gently takes ferisha's hand. "عسل, you’re going to expose mama to the whole park." He said, kissing her tiny fingers.