there she was, this beautiful baby girl wearing a maroon jilbab, lying on the mat. besides her i could see this figure of mom, i believe. her smile was so genuine towards the baby girl. well actually EVERYONE would be smiling when looking at that beautiful baby. she was so delicate, fair, innocent - well, angel-like. her eyes were just rolling here and there, and her head would sometimes make a little movement. just a little, as if she understood that it was inside a masjid and that she was not supposed to make loud noises or moving recklessly. a baby with an attitude, really. :)
she was so beautiful that it would be difficult not to praise God for such beauty He create nor say prayer to the Creator. so after so many times saying Subhanallah, i said my lil prayer:
dear Rabb, if you let me have my own baby, please let me have one with such beauty. i want that lil creature, please if i may ask?
it was a selfish prayer, yes. what can i say, that beautiful lil angelic creature had successfully made me stunned. for the first couple of minutes, i felt so overwhelming and just contagiously keep on smiling, looking at the baby. but then, suddenly it all stopped. just stopped. for a minute i thought i had an empty air. a blank. a paused. and this feeling came outta blue,
i felt so... incomplete.
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