Zaira - Dawning, Rose, Pilgrim

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.