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Forty Four

Azizah~

Our daughter is one today. I wished to convince Farhan not to celebrate her birthday, but he didn't pay heed to it. I can't stop him.
I had a bad dream and a strange feeling that something bad might happen.
Ya, Rabb!
My One, why are you not dressed yet?
You should dress Nasreen too. My husband muttered.

Ma.. Ma.. Nasreen muttered.
I smiled at her.
The only word she could say is Ma..Ma.
My husband is jealous because she didn't call his name first.
I scramble out of bed and walk to my husband.

I take Nasreen from him.
I told you not to be worried.
There is tight security in the house.
I won't invite anyone not even my friends.
Just us and Yusuf, then Abla and her husband. Farhan muttered.
I nod my head and sit down on the bed.

I take off Nasreen's clothes and diaper.
I stood up with her and walked to the bathroom.
Nasreen Started crying immediately after the warm water touched her body.

Farhan rushes inside.
I thought she fell. Farhan muttered.
I glared at him.
I'm not careless to fall her while bathing her. I mumble under my breath.
I bathed her while my husband watched me bathe Nasreen.

Zawj, take her and let me bathe too. I muttered.
He collects Nasreen from me and Saunter out of the bathroom.
I finish bathing and stride out of the bathroom.
I walk to the closet and take my clothes and Nasreen's clothes.

Farhan combed her hair and oiled her skin.
I sit beside him and dress Nasreen.
I get dressed too.
Let's go downstairs, baby. Farhan said to Nasreen with a smile.
He swoops her up and strides out of my bedroom.
I trail behind him.

I reach downstairs.
My mouth forms a zilch shape admiring how beautifully my husband decorates the living room.
Nasreen Started giggling immediately when she saw the twins.
The twins are six months older than her.

Farhan, drops her down and she walks to them.
Happy birthday, Nasreen.
Farha muttered touching Nasreen's cheek which elite giggle from her.
Yusuf stepped forward and wished her too.
Happy birthday, my baby. Abla hollered.

She walks in with a teddy bear. Her husband trails behind.
Nasreen was so excited even though she didn't understand what was happening.
Two gigantic cake were placed on the table.
We sang a happy birthday song for her.
I helped her cut the cake and put little slice in her mouth.

She throws it up and crunch her face.
I chuckle.
I'm sorry, I muttered.
Mahir, Laila, Laiba come here. I gesture for them and they walk to me stumbling as they walk to me.
I click pictures of them.
We snap pictures with them.

My mother-in-law and Father-in-law's gift arrived.
We turn on the TV and take it to cartoon channel for the kids.
The kids started giggling mimicking the lyrics except Nasreen who is struggling with my shirt.
I glance at the men in the living room with us.

I turn my back on them and unzip my dress.
I took out my right breast and started breastfeeding Nasreen.
I finish feeding her and adjust my dress.
I zip it up take a bottle of water and give her a little quantity.

Baby, wait for me here. I will be right back. I muttered and dropped her on the couch near her cousins.
Ma..Ma.. Nasreen cried.
Nasreen, Daddy is here and your cousins. I muttered with a facepalm.
She started crying.
I swoop her up and walk upstairs with her.