My servant my spiritual father

Dad MR Ahmed separated business from grandpa when i was not born yet and at my birth there was a big comfortable house for me to grow up in . My father had a big textile factory for export and import .Two brothers older than me are enjoying friends and coming home late at night .I call my servant baba because in our family mothers don't care much for their child and my mom salma enjoys tea parties and spending most of the time with her friends . I stay at home with baba . He loved me and took care of me a lot . He was a very pious man .Offering prayers , doing zikr all the time and serving me with food was his main aim.

Would you like to go outside said baba.

Yes , I replied with joy .

He took me near a shop and bought lots of chocolates and sweets for me.

One day I could not sleep properly in my room . I was feeling shortness of breath , when I looked at the time , It was 5 in the morning . I went downstairs, opened my house's inner door and came to the garage thinking baba would be sleeping on charpoy but he was offering fajr prayer. I stood beside him and said, Baba, I could not sleep. He replied with a soft voice , come my child sleep at my charpoy and I am sure you will feel better. He was looking at me with a smiley face and I laid on his charpoy. I laid down to start looking at Baba. he was continuously reciting surah fatiha and to my surprise I noticed the movement when he started reciting surah fatiha , Wind started blowing and when it touched me, the feeling was awesome that I cannot describe in words . Soon I went to sleep .I woke up at 9 and searched for baba . He was preparing tea . He offered me a small cup which I enjoyed a lot and felt very fresh.

I asked Baba with surprise , when you started reciting the Quran ,why I felt a wave of fresh air surrounding my body and that made me sleep fast .

He replied God controls everything on this earth and the Quran is not a simple book. It's God's words and has tremendous powers .In a surprise I left baba and went out to play cricket with my friends because it was sunday and on holiday we used to play cricket on the street. I was a good hitter of the ball and my friends call me little professor .