Hurting

My boy fell while waiting for me to finish a meeting. We had to rush him to the clinic as he was bleeding. The gash was quite deep that required two stitches. But he was a trooper. He was quiet during the stitching although he winced once or twice. I saw tears dropping on the side of his face. He was trying to be strong. That got to me. My little boy, the love of my life was trying to be brave for his Mama because if he cried I would have cried louder. He was his usual, chirpy self after the treatment. But every time I look at that healing wound, my heart aches. Ya Allah, Ya Rahman, Ya Rahim, Please protect my son from any harm. Please grant him health and happiness. Amin.