The months ahead went smoothly with Mariyam constantly visiting Safa manzil and filling it with joy and laughter.As the days passed one calm and sunny afternoon, in the village hospital Mriyam gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Safa manzil was ones again filled with life , the atmosphere there was festive , Sarammas smile never left her face. It seemed that everyne was happy.But admist all this, in the kitchen near the hearth sat a gloomy Jameela, lostin the world of her thoughts.She was happy for mariyam but the fact that she couldnt taste the happiness which Mariyam enjoys , the fear that she couldnt taste the sweetness of motherhood. This thought made a drop of tear creep down her cheek.
A sudden clatter of vessels behind her made her wipe the tears from her eyes and resume strring the curry.
A tap on her sholders made her close her eyes for a moment knowing that it was her husband Jalal.She turned around to see a concered Jalal gazing into her eyes."Why did you cry?" he asked without a second thought.
"you know why" she said casting her eyes dowwn unable to meet her eyes with his.
"look! I god wills adminst all the problems he will bless us with the chance to hold our own tiny nut, but now , maby now is not the the right time." he said trying to console his wife despite the pang of pain in his heart. Jameela nodded her head in approval.
"Jaleel ! were are you?" a male voice from outside bought the both out of their stence and Jalal headed outside.
