Mother of the guardian

"My mom" spoils the wall in which she put me a long time ago. She asks me to turn from "Harith" to a "guard". Her eyes are stuck to the wall and ceiling. The Lord weaves and intercedes for a number of those who have lost for many years. Looking at the wall angrily, asking me to do something and prevent the angel of death from making the room and approaching my sister. I hear her crying and survived and looks off with her- towards the ceiling.