Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Life Goes On

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.

1 comment:

ola said...

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.