Child and tyrant and Wam

A child and a tyrant and he makes the heart of Mother Musa often busy with thinking about the fate of her fetus inside her womb, and every time her due date approaches, her attachment to him increases and her fear for him grows. Who is there for the frightened, anxious hearts except Allah, Glorified and Exalted be He, to settle this terror? Who is there for the distressed, struck by hardship, except Allah to reveal their harm? All causes help to reveal the location of the born boy, for every child does not cease crying, and his voice must be heard, and how can this mother hide the voice of this newborn child? If she hides him today, I am for her to hide him tomorrow. How difficult are the moments that passed for this compassionate mother, how could they not be difficult when there is no way for his salvation except by throwing him into the river! How can she tear him from her arms and neck to throw him into the river? Her options are almost nonexistent, and the only available solution was nothing but saving her son from a possible death to escape certain death, for if he is safe from drowning, he may not be safe from the sea's sharks, and if he escapes that, he might fall prey to the beasts of the land, and if he escapes all that, he might fall into the hands of this tyrant and his henchmen. Perhaps this was what crossed Mother Musa’s mind, peace be upon her.