Ehsaas....a feeling

Epilogue

"When are you gonna come out?" He asked poking his nose on my bump.

"The baby kicked" I said laughing.

"Today?" He asked poking his nose again.

"Fawad, stop poking your nose!" I chided.

"Shh...you're disturbing us!" He scolded me.

"Am I?" I said raising my eyebrows.

"Yes" he said now sticking his forehead.

I quickly moved back making him fall on his face.

"Seher!!" He groaned.

"Serves right!" I shrugged.

"Hate you!"

"Feelings mutual" I said getting up.

"I want to talk to my baby" he also got up.

"Time's up. Now tomorrow" I said smiling.

"Why tomorrow? The baby is coming today, In Sha Allah" he said.

My breath hitched for a second, palms becoming sweaty as I shivered inwardly. Of Course, I'm very much excited to meet my baby and I'm waiting patiently to see my baby in my arms, but at the same time, I'm scared.

I'm scared for my baby. Will I be able to give birth easily? I've heard about the pain and truth to be told, I'm not able to sleep at night. I've full trust in my Allah and I know that with the help of my Rab, I'll be able to bring my baby in this world easily.

But I also fear, that what if I'm not able to guide my baby to the right path of the Deen, What if I'm not able to become a good Mother? Being a Mother comes with a huge responsibility, anything goes wrong and everyone points fingers at the Mother.

"You're crying, Seher? He asked wiping my tears.

"Was I?" I questioned.

"Is everything fine?" He asked.

"I'm scared, Fawad" I said crying as I hugged him tightly.

"Seher, baby, What happened? Shhh...Calm down! I'm here..right beside you. Stop crying, please!" He said wiping away my tears and making me sit down.

"I'm scared...of the pain. I'm scared of not becoming the good Mother. I'm scared of this very big Responsibility. I'm scared of not guiding up my child in the right path of the Deen. I'm scared, Fawad. I'm scared. What am I going to answer my Rab!" I covered my mouth with my hand as I cried.

"Seher, No...shona, no! Please...don't cry like that. It's okay to be scared and I understand that but we are all here for you, I'm here with you. And it's not only your responsibility Seher, but mine too...I'm the father of the baby, even I have to look after him. We're gonna do this together. Have faith in Rabbul Alameen.

Everything's gonna be easy, Allah will make easy for you, In Sha Allah. I'm not gonna leave you ever, I'm there for you, to take away all your pains and I'll also share the work with you. But you please, don't break down like this, because seeing you like this makes me weak. I Love You Seher, you're my strength please don't be my weakness." He squeezed my hand.

A smile appeared on my face.

"You'll have to change the diaper" I said.

"We'll see!" He replied and I smacked his arm. Laughing, he hugged me turning all my insecurities into positivity.

Later in the afternoon, my cell slipped down from my hand making me groan. It's so difficult to pick up something when you're this big! Picking up, I again went on replying Atiqa, when I felt like urinating down my leg but not being able to clench and stop it, before I knew it there was a puddle around my feet. A feeling of great excitement and dread hit me at the same moment.