Let me be straight with you dolls – this post has no fancy pictures or any publicity for a brand. It is , instead an expression of some very strong emotions I felt yesterday. It may not be the feel-good piece you’d like to read but I know that this resonates with all of us. To be honest, I wondered how readers would perceive my post but then I realised that if my thoughts could help even one person make a positive change, that would be enough for me.
I left for work early yesterday morning and adopted my normal routine but little did I know how the course of the day would change with a single phone call. The plans I had did not materialise and the last place I thought would be is exactly where I found myself.
That afternoon – instead of having my lunch at my desk, I walked into a crowded room , a number of relatives surrounding this little soul in the center. In my mind I knew why I had come, I had heard the news but what my brain was aware of , my heart could not have expected. There, in the middle was this sweet , tiny 6-month old baby shrouded in a white cloth. Her eyes were closed , her thick black eyelashes falling softly on her cheeks and her face illuminated with so much noor (light) that it was as if the moon had dropped to the earth in that moment.
I stared at her for a long time with so many thoughts running through my mind , this baby who touched so many lives in such a short time.
My cousin could not tear herself away from her beautiful daughter who she carried in her womb for 9 months and had kissed since the moment she took her first breath and loved from the second she found out she was pregnant. The pain in her eyes was too much to bear , how does one console a woman who has experienced the greatest loss there is?
I didn’t say anything. I just hugged her and let her bury her head in my shoulder and cry. I listened to her replay the night she took her daughter to the hospital and of the loss she experienced when she slipped away. I smiled when she spoke of the way she would enjoy playing with who was carrying her and how my cousin cannot even imagine how she will endure that empty nook in her arm where her baby used to be every moment of every day. Her strength though is what I truly admire.
She looked at us while we sat in the living room and talked to us about the pure joy this little bundle brought to her life. From the moment she was born , everyone knew she was on borrowed time. She wouldn’t be around for long, that much was certain – a week, a month – not even the doctors knew when she would leave this world but that never stopped my cousin from believing and from loving her with no reservations. When she speaks about her child, I can feel that even if she had to do it over again, knowing what the outcome would be – she would. She would rather have experienced that short time with her child than a lifetime of never knowing her. She tells us how her little one taught her how to live and that despite her numerous trips to the hospital , she was determined to enjoy her time with her. I looked at her with her unwavering faith , that she felt she could not question why this happened , and I admired her.
Death is guaranteed, we all know that but we live our lives never expecting it. Do we realize just how short and fleeting each moment is? We hold grudges for years and plan on doing something in a week from now, maybe even a year but we don’t know if we will be around to do it. It’s the little things sometimes that our family or friends do that don’t match what we want but have you ever thought about what life would be like if they’re gone.
This sweetheart’s life was testament to the fact that life really is short and despite how long you have you can make a difference. She taught us to enjoy the beauty life has to offer, to embrace your loved ones and most of all, remain humble.
When it’s the end we all get swallowed up by the same earth and leave those loved ones behind. Life will go on and the world will keep turning but our baby girl will never be forgotten. Her legacy will live on in your hearts and her name will be uttered in our duaas.
And in those moments when pride begins to enter our hearts we will be taken back to today. I will remember how fleeting life is and to just live each moment.