Malik cradled tiny Nora against his shoulder with practiced ease, his touch tender but assured. Almost instinctively, he began to hum a soft melody—a lullaby passed down through his family, its soothing notes weaving through the tense air like a gentle breeze. The effect was immediate. Nora’s cries faltered, her little fists unclenching as she turned her head toward the source of comfort.
The flight cabin, once a symphony of frustration and fatigue, now fell into a tentative hush, punctuated only by the soft hum of Malik’s song. Passengers exchanged incredulous glances, their irritation giving way to curiosity and, eventually, admiration. Henry watched in amazement as Nora’s tears dwindled and her breathing slowed, her tiny body relaxing in Malik’s steady arms.
“What… what are you humming?” Henry asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and gratitude.
