Assalamu alaikum. I am an American Muslim convert and this is my personal story of never losing hope in God’s mercy. I had a very difficult pregnancy with my youngest daughter Laila, Alhumdulillah. I started showing signs of a miscarriage at 14 or 16 weeks after starting to recover from severe morning sickness in my first trimester. At 18 weeks my placenta ruptured and I almost lost my baby. Then at 24 weeks I went into pre-term labor. I was on bedrest for most of my pregnancy, I was in and out of the hospital a lot, I could barely walk during my second and third trimester, and I was frequently in a lot of pain. The doctors and nurses told me that I needed to prepare for the worst and that my baby most likely wouldn’t make it. However I refused to lose hope and lose my optimism. I told them that God can make the impossible possible. He says “be” and it is. I had my family and some of the best Muslims in the world praying for my baby and me Alhumduillah. No matter how much pain I was in or had been in, I would sit up every night and pray Qiam Al-Lail (the Night Prayer), and would ask God to save my baby girl and ask that she be born healthy and at full term. SubhanAllah she lasted 37 weeks of this difficult pregnancy and was born healthy via an emergency c-section. To this day I wake up every night, no matter how tired or sleep deprived I am, just to pray Qiam Al-Lail prayer. It’s almost like it has become a part of me, and I couldn’t imagine living a life without it. I named my daughter Laila. Her named is derived from the Arabic word Lail which means “Night.” And with the extra letter on the end, her name means “extreme happiness”.