"Mama always comes home. Eventually."
For Mostafa, the hospital was just a temporary detour-a routine he accepted with the same certainty as the call to prayer. But when the routine breaks, so does his world.
Haunted by the words of a teammate who claims his mother's death was a "jinx," Mostafa becomes obsessed with the power of a single phrase: Inshallah. Through the pages of his diary, we see a young boy in Giza navigating the sharp edges of mourning. From the quiet wisdom of a garage attendant to the terrifying silence of his father's grief, Mostafa tries to count his way to forgiveness. If he prays perfectly, if he steps with his right foot first, if he says the right words... maybe God won't take his father, too.
A heartbreakingly honest look at faith, childhood trauma, and the desperate search for "why."