She stared deeply at her, lost in thought.

Indeed, if she continued calling her Fatima, her sister would constantly come to mind. This made her pick up her phone and start searching for a meaningful name. After a while, she found one she liked and put the phone down.

At that moment, Arman ran in as usual. Seeing the baby in his mother's arms made him run faster, shouting, "Mamama!" (That's how he had called her since before he could properly speak, mimicking his siblings calling her Yaya Rahama, but he could only manage Mamama, and it stuck).

"Mamama, is the baby ours now? Is she staying with us?" he asked, looking at the baby.

Haj Rahma smiled, thanking Allah for what she had in mind, and said, "Yes, Arman, she's staying with us forever."

With immense joy, he exclaimed, "Yay! Mamama, I'll take care of her from now on! Baby, come here!" he said, trying to take the baby.

"No, Arman, wait. Go change out of your uniform first, then you can come and hold her."

He laughed heartily and said, "But when I come back, I'll hold her, right? From now on, she's my baby," he said, his face beaming with a smile.

She smiled back at him and said, "Yes, but from today, her name is no longer 'Baby.' We've named her Sanah."

He scrunched up his face like an adult and said, "That's nice," then went to his room, which was next to his mother's.

Mamama shook her head just as she heard Alhaji Alqaseem's greeting. He came in, also smiling, and sat down, looking at the baby. "Rahma, how are you holding up?" he asked.

"We thank Allah," she said, adjusting Sanah on her lap as the baby tried to wake up.

He looked at her calmly and said, "Rahma, give me your full attention."

This made her focus entirely on him.

"I hope there's no problem, right?" he asked.

Her demeanor alone reassured him, but he still needed to hear it from her.

She said, "Yes, Daddy Arman, there's no problem," her face lighting up with a smile that showed how much she appreciated his concern.

He nodded and said, "Masha Allah! May Allah forgive Fatima and bless baby Fatima."

"Ameen," she responded, then continued, "Daddy Arman, we've chosen a name for her."

"Ahh, masha Allah, what name did you give her?" he asked.

She smiled, looking at the baby before saying, "Sanah!"

He stood up and took the baby, saying, "May Allah bless our baby Sanah."

Just then, Arman came out in casual clothes, approaching and saying, "Daddy, did you see? Mamama got me a baby!"

His father laughed and said, "Yes, my boy, your mother loves you so much that she got you a baby."

Arman tried to take her.

Mamama said, "But you haven't eaten or prayed yet, right?"

He replied, "I have prayed, but I haven't eaten, and she hasn't eaten either! Please, let me hold her," he said, on the verge of tears.

Daddy said, "Alright, go sit down."

Without arguing, he sat down, and Daddy placed Sanah on his lap just as she started crying.

Mamama quickly went to the kitchen to prepare her milk. By the time she returned, he was already walking around with her on his shoulder, as if he was used to soothing her.

Daddy watched him with a smile.

When Mamama came to take Sanah, Arman quickly said, "Please, Mamama, let me feed her."

**Rewrite:**

She stared deeply at her, thoughts flooding her mind. Indeed, if she kept calling her Fatima, it would always remind her of her sister. This made her pick up her phone to search for a meaningful name. After a while, she found one she liked and put the phone down.

At that moment, Arman ran in as usual. Seeing the baby in his mother's arms made him run faster, shouting, "Mamama!" (He had called her that since before he could properly speak, mimicking his siblings who called her Yaya Rahama, but he could only manage Mamama, and it stuck).

"Mamama, is the baby ours now? Is she staying with us?" he asked, looking at the baby.

Haj Rahma smiled, thanking Allah for what she had in mind, and said, "Yes, Arman, she's staying with us forever."

With immense joy, he exclaimed, "Yay! Mamama, I'll take care of her from now on! Baby, come here!" he said, trying to take the baby.

"No, Arman, wait. Go change out of your uniform first, then you can come and hold her."

He laughed heartily and said, "But when I come back, I'll hold her, right? From now on, she's my baby," he said, his face beaming with a smile.

She smiled back at him and said, "Yes, but from today, her name is no longer 'Baby.' We've named her Sanah."

He scrunched up his face like an adult and said, "That's nice," then went to his room, which was next to his mother's.

Mamama shook her head just as she heard Alhaji Alqaseem's greeting. He came in, also smiling, and sat down, looking at the baby. "Rahma, how are you holding up?" he asked.

"We thank Allah," she said, adjusting Sanah on her lap as the baby tried to wake up.

He looked at her calmly and said, "Rahma, give me your full attention."

This made her focus entirely on him.

"I hope there's no problem, right?" he asked.

Her demeanor alone reassured him, but he still needed to hear it from her.

She said, "Yes, Daddy Arman, there's no problem," her face lighting up with a smile that showed how much she appreciated his concern.

He nodded and said, "Masha Allah! May Allah forgive Fatima and bless baby Fatima."

"Ameen," she responded, then continued, "Daddy Arman, we've chosen a name for her."

"Ahh, masha Allah, what name did you give her?" he asked.

She smiled, looking at the baby before saying, "Sanah!"

He stood up and took the baby, saying, "May Allah bless our baby Sanah."

Just then, Arman came out in casual clothes, approaching and saying, "Daddy, did you see? Mamama got me a baby!"

His father laughed and said, "Yes, my boy, your mother loves you so much that she got you a baby."

Arman tried to take her.

Mamama said, "But you haven't eaten or prayed yet, right?"

He replied, "I have prayed, but I haven't eaten, and she hasn't eaten either! Please, let me hold her," he said, on the verge of tears.

Daddy said, "Alright, go sit down."

Without arguing, he sat down, and Daddy placed Sanah on his lap just as she started crying.

Mamama quickly went to the kitchen to prepare her milk. By the time she returned, he was already walking around with her on his shoulder, as if he was used to soothing her.

Daddy watched him with a smile.

When Mamama came to take Sanah, Arman quickly said, "Please, Mamama, let me feed her."