Birth and Rebirth
From the Blog brainknittings *– Hadia Anjum* I found myself in the later hours of my maternity night duty, around 3 am. A lull in the workload served no purpose except to make me acutely aware, how in the timeless disorientation of the well lit emergency, my exhaustion was paradoxical. No matter how I tried, I could not rest. I lay my head down on the table outside the labour room, closing my eyes slowly. Some half an hour later, I let the fatigue wash over me, begin to pull me under. But then. A piercing cry rang through the air. A heart wrenching wail. How could I have thought to sleep, when new life was coming into our world, merely a few feet away? We enter the world, bare and crying, alone but sometimes not; vulnerable and small. Posed to protect ourselves against the elements. Shivering, guarded, upakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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