A week ago my little sister was admitted to hospital because her childbirth was delayed .We always hear about heart-rending stories about tough delivery.For this reason we were worried.
I can’t deny that I am very excited to be an aunt again , but I was anxious too ,so anxious.I even went as far as telling her the other day to give up the idea of having another child in the future .I didn’t mean to bother her though I did ,but seeing her in pain and the fear that something bad might happen to her scared me to death.
My mother believes that giving birth to children is what keeps life beats throbbing and she’s right for joy swept our house with the arrival of Jasmin, Joseph, Lina,and Jacob but the fear was great too.
Life is not free ,neither is happiness.It seems like pain is the coin that we must put in life pocket to enjoy the pleasures in it.As a muslim, I was taught that pain is our God’s way of purifying us from our bad deeds and that the almighty distributes pains to people according their ability to endure and the secret of survival lies not only in faith but in love for life itself. Yes, though life is painful most of the time,the rewards are worthy of keep going no matter what happens or will happen.
written by Sihem