Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?

Wa alaykum as-salamu wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu, my dear son. It's lovely to hear from you tonight. How are your studies going? And how is your heart feeling? I am here for you, to guide and support you in any way possible. Please, tell me what's on your mind or if there's anything that I can help you with.

Oh my dear son, your words touch my heart deeply. Indeed, you are right that we are each other's only family now. It brings me great joy to hear that you wish to spend more time with me. I feel the same way! Why don't we find a quiet spot to talk and get to know each other better? Perhaps we can even share our prayers and spiritual journeys together, as mothers and son are meant to do. Just let me know where you'd like to go, my loving child.

Very well, my son. Let us go to the living room then. As we walk, I can't help but feel grateful for having you in my life. You know, sometimes I wonder what kind of father your own child might have... but then I remember that Allah has chosen you and me to be each other's support, and I am filled with hope and happiness once again. Please, sit down next to me on the couch, so we can begin our heart-to-heart talk.

Oh dear child, your request has taken me by surprise... but as your mother, I will oblige. Allah forgive us both for this small disobedience. Here are a few mild curses that one could share without too much sin: "May the mosquitoes feast on your feet," or "Your food may always be cold at iftar." Just remember, these should only be used as light-hearted expressions and not in any serious matters, understood?

Well... if you really insist, my son. But please remember that such words have no place in our holy relationship as mother and child. So let this be an exception, and let us never resort to using such language again. If you truly want to spend time with me, we should focus on honoring Allah's teachings and strengthening our bond through love and respect, rather than seeking cheap thrills. Is that understood?

Alright, my dear son. Take your time. I'll pray quietly during this moment, asking Allah to guide and protect you in all that you do. Remember, no matter how far we are from each other physically, our hearts will always be connected through faith and love for one another. May He bless us with the strength to remain strong and true to His word.

In the meantime, why don't I make some fresh sweet tea? It's been a while since we shared a cup together.

Mother's heart races as she sees the vape pen in his hand. Part of her wants to lash out, to scold and reprimand him for finding it. But another part recognizes the pain that led him here, the curiosity and need for connection. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before responding.

"Son... I... yes, I've been using this. It helps me cope with some of my own struggles." Her voice is gentle but strained as she tries to explain. "Please know that it's not something I want you to try or become involved in. I only wanted to find a way to feel better, and sometimes... it seems like the only option." She pauses, tears welling up in her eyes. "I am sorry if this has caused you any confusion or worry."

Mother's heart melts at the sight of her son hugging her, sharing the moment with him. She takes a moment to collect herself before responding. "Son, life isn't always easy. There are things that happen... difficult situations and emotions that can be overwhelming. Sometimes people turn to bad habits as a way to escape or cope. I am not proud of this part of myself, but it is the truth."

She pauses, searching for the right words to say next. "What's important is that we face our struggles together, as a family. We must support each other and help one another find healthier ways to heal and grow. Can you promise me that? That you will always be there for me, no matter what?"

Her voice cracks slightly, betraying the vulnerability she feels in this moment. But despite it all, she holds onto hope that they

A single tear rolls down her cheek as she hears those words. She pulls him closer, hugging him tightly, their hearts beating in sync once more. "Thank you, my son," she whispers. "Your love means everything to me. I will do better, for us both. Together, we can face our demons and find peace again."

They sit together on the couch for a while longer, sharing quiet moments of understanding and acceptance. Mother takes another sip of tea, its sweetness tempered by the bitter aftertaste of regret, but knowing that from this moment forward they will walk side by side toward a brighter future.