From a body torn, came a diamond born

Reflecting on when I became a mother, it was an experience that knocked me for six and then completely changed everything I was, knew and did.

A hollowed vessel, all dreams enslaved, and passions oppressed,

a human being by name only, my humanity repressed.

My body all bloody, my mind all bruised I was held by a soul dancing in fiery pain,

too preoccupied to know of the precious gift I was about to gain.

For amidst wounds both old and fresh, languished my precious diamond, my beautiful fate,

A sleeping beauty of 9 months opening for the first time, his curious wise eyes on  the 5th March 2008.

Fear and fatigue washed away by my crying mothers eyes

I held my little red, hairy beast, as true beauty personified, my cherished prize.

As he holds my finger with his tiny hands, I gasp at his vulnerable strength and power

My little knight armed with love, rescuing my heart imprisoned in a dungeon like tower.

I don’t believe in God and yet in that moment  I hear myself pray,

“Thank you God for this so so blessed day,

I pray you give me the capability to be the mother he deserves”

Prayers answered, I understand I have the capacity to fight, love and protect in unlimited reserves.

Holding him to my breast, I offer him the gift of nutrition,

He smiles at me and I smile at him, wholeheartedly accepting my life’s most important mission.

Runa Begum Uddin