Ten years ago, I was devastated by the news of the death of my husband's nephew in a car accident. He was 21. I carried & cherished this kid since he was a few months old, and I always loved him as one of my own. My kids loved him too and thought of him as a big brother. Their pain doubled mine. I had difficulty looking at the faces of his parents. I thought, if I am hurting that much, what is the magnitude of their pain ?I prayed to never know the answer to this question.
Yesterday, my husband's niece was blessed with her first child. She named him Omar, after her late brother. What a blessing. Baby Omar arrived on the birthday of his grandfather Mo Sr.
To my niece, her husband, Mo Sr., and his dear wife, I say: "Alf, alf mabrouk. Hope you all see the day when each and every one of your big dreams for Omar come true for baby Omar".
To Omar I say: "Baby Omar will never replace you in our hearts, he will just occupy his place next to yours".
To God I say: "Thank you for replacing the tears and hurt of this family, whenever hearing the name Omar, with a bundle of joy and happiness.
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There is no words to describe how touched I am. I think you have said it all. Thank you.
Giving birth to my son, I never thought I could love someone so much. Right then I realized truly the pain my parents must have felt. However seeing the happiness in their eyes when they look at my son means the world to me. I thank God everyday for rewarding us.
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