Jaz'rah
My niece, Jaz'rah Jahangir Makhdoomi was born on December 5, 2014 at 7:33 in the evening. She was brought out of the operation theatre around 8:00 pm and her cradle looked tiny in front of the oxygen cylinder supporting her respiration. Jaz'rah, at the time of her birth was sick. However , when I first looked at her, I saw a twinkle in her eyes that promised life. Her eyes were gleaming and the sparkle was that of a fighter, the sparkle that spoke of survival. I knew she'll fight and she'll live. Jaz'rah, less of a princess and more of a warrior , gave us the hope that she'll make it to our arms.
Half an hour after her birth, she was shifted from Modern Hospital to G.B.Pant Children's Hospital and she remained on the life-support for one week in the NICU and for the other week she recupirated in Ward nos 8 and 9. She fought for her life for 15 days; too long a period for a newborn. I would visit her everyday and the twinkle in her eyes never disappointed me even though she was put on the ventilator for a day or two. I saw her struggle under the oxygen hood and with her tender hands she would try to get rid of it. On the 8th day of her birth she pulled out her feeding pipe out of her nose. The doctor said, let's feed her the way she wants to be fed.
Today, on January 5, 2015, little Jaz'rah is a month old. As I nestle her in my arms and as she tries to draw herself closer to me, the twinkle in her eyes is even more promising and her bewitching spirit tells me she'll be a fighter all her life. Her eyes hold a hope of a thousand years and as she smiles, the quiver of her lips assures to cure a hundred maladies. Jaz'rah is a beautiful child and she'll, In sha Allah grow into a very pretty woman.
I pray, she lives long and keeps all the promises she makes everyday with a lovesome glance! Ameen.
Half an hour after her birth, she was shifted from Modern Hospital to G.B.Pant Children's Hospital and she remained on the life-support for one week in the NICU and for the other week she recupirated in Ward nos 8 and 9. She fought for her life for 15 days; too long a period for a newborn. I would visit her everyday and the twinkle in her eyes never disappointed me even though she was put on the ventilator for a day or two. I saw her struggle under the oxygen hood and with her tender hands she would try to get rid of it. On the 8th day of her birth she pulled out her feeding pipe out of her nose. The doctor said, let's feed her the way she wants to be fed.
Today, on January 5, 2015, little Jaz'rah is a month old. As I nestle her in my arms and as she tries to draw herself closer to me, the twinkle in her eyes is even more promising and her bewitching spirit tells me she'll be a fighter all her life. Her eyes hold a hope of a thousand years and as she smiles, the quiver of her lips assures to cure a hundred maladies. Jaz'rah is a beautiful child and she'll, In sha Allah grow into a very pretty woman.
I pray, she lives long and keeps all the promises she makes everyday with a lovesome glance! Ameen.
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