NAFISA

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Nafisa Santuraki💕

8 months later

Khair was discharged 2 months after her birth, we visited everyday to take milk to her and we watched her grow in her incubator, there were days when I cried because I was scared of waking up to hear she was no more, we didn't do any naming except slaughtering of ram. I have finally accepted that Farhan is long gone, may Allah forgive his transgressions.

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"Mummy's khair why are you crying, shhhhh shhhh. It's all okay" I consoled my 6 months old khair who was crying her lungs out because she woke up from sleep and I wasn't here

"Mummy give her milk, she will stop. Choli khair Ina" noor consoles her baby sister, she always Calls her khari na (my khair). Both of them are just cute. The love noor has for her sister is out of this world, she literally cries everytime she sees khair crying, she shares everything she has with her. Their relationship is a wonderful one

"Let's go give her milk toh , I had khair in my hands while noor trails behind us with her tablet in her hands, we sat down in the parlor while I gave her milk and noor watched coco melon and I sat proud of myself, proud of the woman I have become so far, proud of the new me, I have birthed two children, I have had my stomach cut to bring a life to the world, I have had an epidural, I have gotten stitches, the heart burn, the pain I have passed to bring my babies to the world, how I take care of my husband, my parents, my in-laws, my house, my self, my business, my life. How I do it still amazes me because if I was told I would be able to do this 10 years ago I would have just laughed it away, I was one of the laziest person amongst my siblings but glad I have changed for the best, Alhamdulilah, I am proud of myself. I miss my Ummah so much, I wish she was here to watch her nafy grow into a resilient woman, i wish she was here to see me make her proud, but I know she's in a better place In Sha Allah and I will always be grateful to my perfect rabb for the man he gave me as a husband. By now I wiped the tear that was dropping from my eyes

Safwan is the best man on this earth, we surely have our differences because it's part of life yet he's the most supportive person, safwan hates to see me sad or troubled, the way he takes care of this children, if he is in this house I don't have any concern about them because he makes sure my children are fine, he helps me in the kitchen even after coming back late, he's a selfless and helpful man. He's the true iron man

And my in-laws, ya Allah ummi, the likes of that woman are really rare. Ummi is a true gem, the way she treats me always reminds me of Ummah, Ummi is someone that cries when she sees me crying, if I perhaps have a small headache and she's knows, she will come running to our house immediately and then there's abba, daddy and Mamie, nana, my siblings, my in-laws. The love everyone shows me is just too much, may Allah bless them. Reliving all my memories made tears cascade down my eyes and there's that one girl in my life Zahida to know zahida is to love her Walahi, she's that one friend that I have known for the pass 20 years and she's still as loyal as she's always been since day 1 I doubt if there's a week that passes without us talking at least twice in the week. Ya rabb, all I can say is Alhamdulilah! Noor by this time has slept on my lap while khair sat in her bassinet watching.

I also have an important news that no one knows about except me and my husband which will be revealed tomorrow at the lunch I am hosting, I can't wait to let them know. I am so proud of my self and the support I have gotten from my husband. Ya rabbi, glad I have come this far.

I took noor to the room and laid her on the bed and carried Khair downstairs to prepare lunch, since it was just me, noor and the maid that will eat. I prepared just a simple stirred fried basmati rice added some leftover suya I found in the fridge, while I let it to simmer I went to the parlor with a cup of cold apple juice and I brought out my phone to call zahida, so we can plan the lunch we are hosting