Zaira.......the hope
and shine in our lives is born on 18th of June 2020. She has entered in our
lives 9 months ago but her cries and creams can be heard now.
It was expected to be
a baby girl, we also knew the exact date on which she was supposed to arrive in
this colorful world. But suddenly two days earlier the date she became excited
in the womb and her aunty doctor suggested to operate and take her out. I heard
that alarming phone call in the morning and rushed to Hyderabad so that I can
be with my sister in her difficult times of labor/scissor pain. When I was
still on my way, I received in our family whatsapp group Zaira's first picture
with her eyes fully opened. I felt so emotional and my eyes were wet. I did not
know why I was being so much emotional and crying but I was extremely happy
that the baby and mother both were stable. It was such a blessed moment for all
of us that she came to make her mother complete, a complete woman (thinking is
a woman with no babies incomplete?). Her mother and father have suffered so
much, they were craving to become parents for 6 long years. Their desire to
have just one baby was fulfilled. After two miscarriages and one ectopic, my
sister was able to have one normal pregnancy (It was not normal though, she had
to give herself injections in the tummy so that the baby can easily grow inside)
I reached hospital and
she came to my lap, her father asked me to suggest a name, I suggested
"Zaira".
Zaira..It is the Italian form of "Zaïre",
a name used by Voltaire for the heroine of his 1732 play, Zaïre. Zaira
means "dawning" in Italian, "rose" in Arabic,
"pilgrim" in Persian, "princess" in eastern languages,
"Blooming flower" in English.
For
us she is all above, she is the hope of dawning, she looks like a rose, which
has just bloom: soft, gentle, she is a pilgrim towards a sacred journey of
parenthood. She has completed us instead.
I
am spending more time with her. My mother massages her with oil, trying to make
her nose thin, forehead a bit flat, a proper chin, and Zaira never mind these
all things. Mostly children cry a lot, but Zaira wants to be perfect as her
Nani Maa wants.
So
my Zaira, my princess is here...
Pleasing
and gentle like a blooming flower...
Your
smile carries millions of hopes...
Your
cry mostly knot our breaths...
Your
black, wide eyes, and a thick, flabby nose...
Sticky
fingers, tangled hair, small toes....
Your
mom, seems scared of taking you in her hands..
Your
father notches to hold...
This
is a new treasure for both of them...
Their
life is expanding...
Their
schedule will be ruined..
Because
you are so small to handle your needs...
You
will see the world now with your parent's eyes...
You
will catch the love and care from everyone around...
May
you become a flourishing tree...
May
you have wonderful future and meticulous things....
You
have created a wonder and excitement in our beings....
Thank
you Zaira for being born in our reign.
