Her name is Haziya not a widow

"My Zaweel!" Mama greeted Zaweel on the terrace, he immediately hugged his son as if he had just come home from school.

"How many kilos did you lose?" Mom looks at her child's appearance from top to bottom.

"Don't tell me because you think too much about the widow's case, you--"

"Mom, I want to take a shower first after eating. I'm really hungry, what are you cooking?" Zaweel deliberately cut off his mother's words, he didn't want them to argue about unimportant things on the terrace.

"Come on, mama has cooked a lot of your favorite food. You take a shower first, mama warm it up for a while."

Zaweel climbs the stairs, he doesn't hate his mother who is overreacting and doesn't like Haziya even though he doesn't know her formally. His mother was not a bad person, in fact she loved him so much because of that Zaweel had great respect for the woman who had given birth to him.