I am a typical person who believes that happiness comes from small things such as seeing your beloved ones smiling or getting instant reply on your messages, or having delicious iftar.
I remembered when I was in Indonesia, I became an imam of fajr prayer. The ma’mum or follower was my mom. In first rakaat, I recited Ar-Rahman. In the second one, I recited Al-Waqiah. After salam, I kissed my mother’s hand and she smiled at me. That is happiness.