She was pregnant, tired, broken, abused and distressed. Having fled home and now headed on a road to the desert, as far as she could from her abusive mistress, Hajar slumped down in despair next to a spring. Perhaps that decision saved her life – I don’t know. But alone and with no way back, so she had concluded, I suspect she thought she had reached the end of the line. And in her distress she cried out. It was a very simple prayer I suspect, something like – ‘God help me!’ Continue Reading
