Seventh Child, a Girl- again
Seventh child- a girl, again.
Making herself comfortable on the bed that was the only material possession they had, Samina pondered over their misfortune. After a night of utter pain and agony, she could not help but cry her heart out, as she held the soft faced, yet another angelic figure in her arms. Dark hair, rosy cheeks and eyes that occupied the entire universe, and the lips that were soon learn to call her ‘maa’, there she was- another girl and another burden on Samina and her husband, Rameez The clock struck midnight and as the entire town turned silent and thousands of flickering stars veiled the sky,Samina remained motionless on the place she had been sitting for past three hours, with the little girl in her arms. The house was completely dark, precisely depicting the trauma Samina was going through. She had to decide. “It is too late. You promised that you’d do as I say,” Rameez stopped the train of thoughts rushing through her head. “But… How can I possibly do this? She is our baby after all. How can a mother-” Samina tried to defend “I love her as much as you do, but you know we can not afford another.” “Fine. But let me take her.” Samina let out a loud cry as she heed the baby closer to her. For almost an hour, her eyes welled with tears and her lips, implored to God to have mercy upon her. She cried like the little girl demanding a toy from her parents but was not being allowed to have, like the father who’d lost his only son, and like the mother, who was about to lose her baby. Anguish had gripped her and she did not care that Rameez was watching, and kept on crying wishing that the sniveling would somehow lessen the pain, but it did; it couldn’t. Apparently, they both had agreed to the decision but were not happy about it, not happy about scrapping off another person with their blood rushing through it off their hearts, but what they could do was be helpless in front of their unfortunate selves; all they could do was nothing. As the place became eerily quiet, and deathly silence prevailed, Samina, in her long, worn out robes and with the baby in her arms, left her home. Tears coursed down her tanned sunken cheeks; the sorrow enveloped by helplessness had shattered her. She paced soundlessly towards the nearest bus stop, her heart beat wildly against her chest. She was the mother. This was it. With her heart in her boots, she quietly let go of the baby, who was soundlessly sleeping, unaware of the tragedy befalling, unaware of the daunting facts that awaited her. Samina left her there, isolated and clueless, which made it harder for Samina to stand the sight of leaving her at such a place. She turned back to where she came from. Into the darkness of the heavy night, moving her gaze every moment towards the baby with tears emblazoned in her eyes. She had, again, sinned and this time, a grave one.
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