I hope this letter reaches you in peace. My name is Zainab Ibn Isah, and I am ten years old.

Please, sir, I need your help. You made Dev, right? Thank you. It’s so beautiful—like an endless dream. The trees are made of light, and the sky is always the perfect color. Everything works here, Mr. Negasi.

But I didn’t come here to tell you about all the amazing things. I’m writing because my family is falling apart. My mother and father are fighting, and they’re not like how they used to be. Dev is supposed to be a paradise, but it’s starting to feel like a place where we’re all getting lost.

You see, when we first came to Dev, I was so happy. We were all together, and it felt like nothing could take that away. But now, things have changed. Mummy doesn’t listen to Daddy anymore. She says she wants to be free, that Dev lets her live life the way she wants to. She even says she’s not so sure about Allah anymore.

I don’t understand. How can she say that? She used to teach me how to pray, and now she doesn’t want to. She’s started talking about not being married to my father anymore too, saying she doesn’t want to be bound by anything—not even love.

But how can love just go away?

I heard them fighting again last night. My father cried, Mr. Negasi. I’ve never seen him cry before. He begged her not to leave, said we’re a family, and families stick together. But my mother didn’t want to hear it. She said I would understand one day.

But I don’t understand. I just don’t.

I want to pray to Allah that He will save my mother. And to Prophet Mohammed (PBUH), asking for my family to be together again. But I don’t know if my prayers will be answered.

I’m scared, Mr. Negasi. Dev is big, but it’s getting smaller every time I see my parents fighting. It’s not just the beautiful world around us that matters; it’s the people inside it. And the people I love—they’re breaking.

I don’t want to live in a world where they can’t be happy together anymore.

Please, Mr. Negasi, I’m asking you because you made Dev, and maybe—just maybe—you can fix this. You’ve created so many possibilities for people, but can you make a way for my family to stay together? Can you help my mom and dad find their love again?

I don’t want to lose them. I don’t want to feel alone in a world where everything is supposed to be perfect.

I don’t know if you can help, but I have to ask. I’m not just asking because you’re the creator of Dev. I’m asking because I believe you can make things right.

Please, help us.

Yours in hope,
Zainab

Written by Joy Etisang