One of my first ever memories is me sitting on the floor, playing with my boring old toys, then looking at the delectable locking doorknob to the bedroom and itching to play with it. But I knew I wasn't allowed to touch it, so I just stood there staring up at it and tried to exercise a little self control lol. Then the memory fades out.
In reality, when I was about 1 years old, I did play with that doorknob and I accidentally locked my baby brother into the room. Firemen had to come and break down the door bc no one could open it quick enough and everyone was worried about the baby
I was also thinking, who else can comfort adults in these types of moments (when their child dies) other than Allah. The hadith about how Allah loves people more than loving mothers love their children :(
Our family friend's mother lived in the same apartment building at the time and their window was right across from ours.
So while everyone was panicking & the firemen were breaking down the door, she was trying to comfort my brother and keep him calm through her window.
My heart actually hurts a lot but I suppose you can do nothing but just withstand these moments