Here
comes the real beginning of my story, here comes the role I waited to play, here comes the part I’ve searched
for, you finally touch with your bare hands the true meaning of life.
It was the early morning of the 13th of March 2008, around 6, I hadn’t sleep much the whole night before, and suddenly found myself crawling after her to the operation room, she was suffering for a whole night calmly, without any voice but small “mmmmmms” , she was really brave even beyond my expectations and she waited a lot for this moment, I think her need to see and touch this baby is beyond any pain she could feel, they closed the door and refused my entrance, I accepted wishing her the best of luck , for some time I could only hear screaming voices with the door movement, a long wait full of prayers and
thoughts and lots of tension from the mothers, finally a nurse came and told me “your wife delivered a beautiful Boy” .
Five minutes later I was with “Yahiya” to whisper the “Azan” in his tiny ears, he was tiny, fragile, cute and very weak, his eyes were unexpectedly opened and full of charm and curiosity.
For eleven days after that I was like a fool crawling after him from hospital to another, he was born with a high yellowish degree, his condition kind of stabilized and life kind of returned to normal after a long period of tense and worries.
A third new member joined my little family in less than 10 months, life has been changing a lot in the last year and in order to keep track with this change I am sure and
worry that my character changes too.
A bunch of doctors and nurses took my wife into a closed room and get out carrying someone, calling him your son, they say he looks like me may be but I never saw how, this is how I felt for him in the first days.
Now I just get to watch him sleeping or eating and I feel blessed with angels, I catch a small laughter from him and I feel surrounded with them, he opens his tiny eyes and watch the whole world with crazy curiosity, I start thinking what will I do with, to and for him.
His arrival comes with lots of thoughts, even his name, will it be written and pronounced Yehya or Yahiya, his needs, his accessories, his car, his bed his carry cote, his cloths, and the arguments about all these details with his mother, heavy but cool thoughts and fulfilled with love and care.
Unstoppable thoughts about his future, what will to accomplish for him and how to be a good father all the way long, it seams like I worry too much but it is my first time to be a father and it still scares me a lot.