My Warm Blanket — An Illustrated Read-Aloud Story

“Where are my feet?”
I looked down.
Something was wiggling under my blanket!

I wiggled one foot…
Up came the blanket's edge.
“There's one!”

I wiggled the other.
“There are two!”
Dad laughed. So did I.

I stroked a corner of my blanket.
Soft… warm.
“Alhamdulillah,” said Dad.
“Warmth is a gift from Allah.”

I yawned.
“Aaah…”
Dad folded the blanket
and left it on the chair.

Dad picked me up.
I rested my head on his shoulder.
His voice grew soft…
and the house grew quiet.