Habib Ziyad

Morning at the residence. After congregational dawn prayers, the house remains peaceful. The aroma of warm tea and toast fills the dining room.

Uma Nafisah : "Ziyad, lately you've been coming home to the palace later and later. Don't push yourself too hard, son."

Habib Ziyad : "Sorry, Uma. There was still a company meeting last night, after that I immediately checked on the students' activities."

Uma Nafisah : "When you think about trust, you like to forget to rest."

Abi Alwi : smiled as he put down the tea cup "When I was your age, I was like that too. But remember, your body also has the right to be protected."

Habib Ziyad : nodded slowly "God willing, I will manage my time better, Miss."

Uma Nafisah : "Let's eat at the house at noon. It's been a long time since we ate together."

Habib Ziyad : "If the study schedule is finished on time, God willing, I will go home."

Abi Alwi : "Okay. After Dhuha, don't forget to check on the progress of the male students' memorization. It's been reported that many have started to increase their contributions."

Habib Ziyad : "Ready, Ma'am. I'll go straight to the mosque after this."

Habib Ziyad stood, shook Abi Alwi's hand, and kissed Uma Nafisah's before leaving the inner sanctum. For him, every day was about fulfilling his mandate—managing the Islamic boarding school, caring for his family, and leading his company—never imagining that one day, the presence of a female student would slowly change the content of his prayers.