Sunday, May 10, 2015

Hey, Baby!

It's been quite a long time since I wrote my last post and on a comeback note, I wouldn't want to write a movie review, if you were assuming this to be one after reading the title.  

You could blame it to the rusty feel to my writing skills due to prolonged absence from the blogging world or the subject I am about to write here for the lame title. 

Happiness had no bounds for us, the happily married couple, and the families on both sides. With abundant hopes and excited feelings, we were expecting our first child into this world. It was only a few weeks ago that we both saw the wonderful images of the baby in the fetal monitor. Doctor was so happy in showing us the face, the limbs and other parts of the baby and explaining how healthy it was.

Photo credit: Google images
And last week, it was one of those regular visits to the doctor, this time on the beginning of her third and final trimester of her pregnancy. My wife was with the doctor and as usual, I was waiting in the dorm. A chill went down my spine as I was beckoned inside the scanning room, very unusual from the regular visits. I sensed something wrong. 

Much to my distress, the shocked doctor pointed out my attention towards the fetal monitor and went on to explicate the fetal demise of our baby in the womb. My wife grasped my hand tight, tears rolled out. The silence was so deafening at that very moment. It appeared like the world had come to an end, rudely.

I wouldn’t want to elaborate this post further and I think I can’t, even if I wished to. On this Mother’s day, I dedicate this post to my dear wife who has been through the toughest of the times and enduring the hardest of the pains.

Happy mother’s day to all the mothers in the world!

13th May 2015: Update: removed one image on a dear friend's request.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

I Do!

Every man dreams about spending his life with an exceptional woman, with whom he shall share his soul, happiness, dreams, laments and every moment. Boundless joy and delight marks the occasion when these dreams come alive. September eighth, twenty twelve was the ecstatic day when I entered into a divine relationship of life, termed as marriage.

The moment when respected cleric questioned if I accepted Naziya as my wife, for the rest of my life, loud, clear and confident came the answer, Alhamdulillah, I Do. Never in words shall I be able to express my emotions at that instant. My contentment was endless, happiness abundant.

A few words for her!
Whenever I breathe, I remember you

In every breath, I feel the fragrance of you

Naive, is it the breath which keeps me alive?

Even before I breathe, I remember you!

Hunt for my life partner, officially, had begun around eight to ten months ago. Each time, clad in best of the fabric available, I set out for a formality which I hated the most. More than worse were the situations when I was asked to talk with prospective bride in front of a dozen people from those orthodox families. How on earth is it possible? I wonder how bad the girls would be cursing such situations.

My life was entirely different when I met Naziya during one such situation. It took less than a few seconds when I nodded my head in acceptance. The world around me was glittering gold (thanks to Naziya and the sunglasses I was wearing).

All these days I have been away from bloggers world. I hope I was missed (being optimistic here). I will try to read all your posts, very soon.

Hope to be a regular blogger soon. Thank you all.