In February this year, my niece gave birth to a baby girl. I was not
there when she was born. In May this year when I visited India for Visa
stamping I visited her. Athiqa Mariam instantly won me over. Monday
evening my sister Neena and my niece brought her to my moms apartment
and I was online and saw her playing around through the webcam. WOW
that was a wonderful sight and I miss holding that little hand. I also
noticed how much my niece Nilu changed as a mother from a young little
stubborn girl. Here is a picture my nephew Omar Farooque took with his
cellphone and a poem I wrote.
Athiqa Mariam
Small Lives.
The dreams cherished about the little ones,
Those little hands held and guided along,
Those little smiles that sparkles like stars,
Kindling the sparks of life, frozen by the past,
With thoughts and words filled with innocence,
With imagination that goes beyond every domain,
Seeing the remains of life in a way seen,
By those who have seen our own little life,
Patience and kindness lead to insight,
And all in turn leave in mind, far-sight.
Motherhood and fatherhood is not an inherited gift,
When holding those hands everyone should learn,
When patiently guiding those minds, should think,
That the reality to which everyone is linked,
Is embedded in the links than the unknown it surrounds,
Men become fathers and women mothers,
Only when they become reasons,
For the passing of at least a life through the mortal world.
And link life to eternity.
What fitting and breathtaking words for a beautiful little baby.
-Gia:)
lovely!! thanks for stopping by and leaving such a wonderful comment!
oh this is amazing!!
oh this is amazing!!
oh, I wish you didn’t have to remove your music. I’m sorry. iMacs are sensitive little snots aren’t they?
What a stunning baby! And a beautiful poem to accompany her life.
aww the baby’s so cute! but who knows what thoughts go through their minds even though when they grow up they won’t remember! Just kidding!
Heh, believe me, nothing at all is wrong with Billy or me. We both just sometimes enjoy saying how much we enjoy being around each other. We haven’t fought in a very long time, and I’ve been with him for 19 months.
Though…I will say that I bear the skepticism that adults do. The thoughts of, “Oh she’s only 15 and he 17″…I think those thoughts too. Before, I used to assume that anything I felt for him was nothing other than high school relationship “puppy love”…and it made me afraid to be with anyone. That was the barrier I spoke of in that post. That barrier kept me from wanting to be around him, with him, as well as making me never admit to how much I cared for him. I thought it would all be false, as high school relationships are generally considered.
But somehow, I got around thinking that, and just decided to be 15 for the time in my life that I’m supposed to be. I’m allowed, as all high school students are, to be in a high school relationship…and to love every second of it. Regardless of what adults think, and what I do in the future, living now…is all I need.
You never need to apologize, for you never post anything that I would take offense to. I always look forward to your input on things…and it wasn’t a mistake that I added you to my protected list at all. I trust you.