Friday, November 1st, 1996
Peter Sinai Memorial Hospital, New York City
09:42 p.m
MARIAM'S P.O.V
"Push!!" my husband, Mohammed says, holding my hand. Yep, he was the doctor in charge of my delivery, he was in charge of every delivery I had, from Maleeka and Khadijah to Khalid, now to this new baby. I try my best and keep pushing, while I scream. Childbirth for me has been very stressful for the past 3 times plus now, making it 4. I make up my mind that this child is going to be my last. I finally hear crying from in between my thighs, I am so happy and finally calm. There were no more struggles halfway down my vagina. Her father takes her from between my thighs and holds her close to his chest, and tries to stop her from crying. He hands her over to me, and a very wide grin finds its way to my face. I can't stop smiling, my heart is full of joy and gratitude to Allah for the safe delivery and for the beautiful baby girl. "Insh'Allah" I smile at my baby, and she stops crying, she holds on to my index finger with her tiny hand. I loved her from that moment. A nurse takes her out of my arms to clean the blood away from her body and dresses her in a nappy and a onesie my husband got for her. She hands her over to me, and I cover her hairy head with a head warmer. "This baby is very beautiful.....just like you" my husband says, sitting beside me. I just smile. Words alone can't describe how I feel towards this baby. I have only spent a few minutes with her, but she is already my favorite child. Not like I would admit it to anybody though. There is something very special about her, I can see greatness written all over her. The lady in charge of the birth certificate at the hospital came in, and handed the form over to us, for us to fill. We haven't decided on Baby Haqq's name yet, then all of a sudden, Mohammed looks at her and says, "Abdulkareemah". "Is that baby's name?", I ask. "Yes" he replies cheekily. "I'm adding Gwendolyn" I smile. Then, we fill the form:
Critical Rescue Insurance Hospital, Mississippi
Abdulkareemah Gwendolyn Haqq was born to
Dr. Mohammed and Mrs. Mariam Haqq on
Friday, 1st November, 1996 in
Peter Sinai Memorial Hospital, New York City
RELIGION: Islam
NATIONALITY: Canadian
STATE OF ORIGIN: Vancouver
M.A.Haqq MH
Mother's Signature Father's Signature
Present Day
KHALID'S P.O.V
Everyone is getting ready, I look simple and I don't think it's a big deal. Today is the MET Gala, and my sisters all look gorgeous. Reemah is the simplest of all of them, Maleeka and Khadijah look serious, like. I take a look at myself in the mirror one last time, I'm wearing a blue durag and a black leather Gucci cowboy hat, I have a black leather Gucci jacket on (I'm shirtless on the inside though) and I have on black leather pants to match with a black cowboy shoe from Ferragamo. "Khalid, please can you give me my concealer?" Reemah called at me, that's when I looked at her, and I'm like damn! I was just seeing her properly, since she dressed up, she had a blue shirt on with a tummy belt. She looked so good, I'm like 'yeah! that's my baby sister!'. "What does it look like?" I ask her, searching around her bag beside me on the high stool. "It's in a transparent tube, it's brown and all" she explains. "I'm not a girl. Here, Ruby, look for what she's talking about and give her" I toss the bag at her personal assistant. Everyone just chuckles. I continue scrolling through Instagram, and see so many other celebrities getting dressed, mostly girls anyways, they're all tagging their makeup artists and doing short videos. Belcalis looks amazing, she has a red big dress on. I drop a comment '@iamcardib 😍😍😍Bardi be looking take away😋', she replies about 12 seconds after '@thegr8khalid Thanks baby☺️😍😍😘🤗'.
