Teaching madrasah tells you a lot about the families of the children themselves, and it's really quite touching.

There's the 6 year old Syrian girl, the daughter of refugees, who still struggles with English but eagerly tells me how she prays four of the daily salawaat but "I am sleep for sub'h so I cannot sallee then!"

There are two young brothers, one aged 9 and the other 11, who are also Syrian but born and raised in Canada; their family isn't really practicing but has recently made a commitment to having their kids taught better.
They stumble over the words of the new surah they are learning, and grin happily when I tell them that they're improving and learning fast.

There's the South African mom who just moved to the city two days ago but whose priority is to sign her son up for Islamic classes immediately.

Every family is different, with its own culture and personal history, its own unique struggles, but it is heartwarming to know that they all have made a conscious commitment and dedication to ensure that their children have a connection to their Deen.