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I say to my wife, “Let’s name this baby Fakri.” And I add, “Sweet eyes he got, he’ll grow being a good boy, he’ll help us live happily, he’ll cheer us honey.” I am so excited, my first baby. Though the house covered with that shabby brown roof, atap nipah never lets single drop of water comes into our house. I love my family and I want to guide them to the most righteous path. I don’t want any of them gone wrong.

Years past, I can hardly walk now. Lucky me, Salimah can still earn money from clothes she made. My children grow up well though we face hard life, they study hard, they get good result, and they barely make us sad. Only this one, the eldest, I know what he did, I know he want to help me, Salimah and his siblings, but things he does is sinful.  Living in poverty doesn’t make wrong things right. Fakri grown up well, good looking and fit, but he scarcely does things which fit him as Muslim. Asics Gel he wears, the only thing he loves. He keeps running from me, but I, can hardly walk, can hardly speak. I just watch him with tears dropping, poor Salimah, it’s my fault I was not able to hold myself against the world. Fakri, please, lead your family, lead your country, be good, and change, please.

“Ma, please take me home, please, I don’t want to be behind these metal bars.”

I heard Fakri’s voice from the phone speaker.