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Chapter 2

Sulaiman stared at the raindrops as they trickled down his bedroom window. He raced one stream of water against another, his finger pressed firmly on the glass.

‘Every time I want to do something exciting, it either rains or it’s time to pray,’ he moaned.

‘Don’t complain,’ his dad said, watching from the open doorway. ‘Rain is a blessing and we are blessed with it quite often here in England.’

‘Is it? I don’t see how,’ Sulaiman replied, throwing himself onto his bed.

‘Without rain we wouldn’t have drinking water and the trees wouldn’t grow and there’d be no crops for us to eat. And without the prayer we might forget to thank Allah for all these blessings.’

Sulaiman grimaced and glanced away. He didn’t want to grumble, but it was hard to feel happy when he had nothing to do. His sister, Hannah, had gone to play at her cousin’s house and his little brother, Musa, had gone shopping with his mum, leaving him all on his own with no one to play with and nothing to do. His dad smiled and sat down next to him on his bed.

‘What did you want to do today?’ he asked