Contrast and struggle are both part of our lives and maybe they help us strengthen our bonds with other people. No two people can overall be same and identical in characteristics. Maternity ward displays this variant factor most precisely. Richard Maternity ward has a very special place in my heart and connects me emotionally with those mothers who were present over there that day.
Eliza was going to have her first baby; completely unaware of the pain, she was nicely enjoying with others in the maternity ward. “It’s my first baby,” she said. The newly developed feeling of first motherhood clearly reflected in her innocent eyes. “It’s giving me such a wonderful feeling; I will always cherish these sweet moments of my first motherhood”.
“Girl you are surely going to remember this; it’s going to be a breath taking journey. It’s my fourth child and to tell you, pushing is really very difficult.” Mama Jenny started her old tale again; she always used to tell these tales to those having first motherhood. “It’s like pushing a rock through the tap,” she roared with laughter. All the women were interested in Mama Jenny’s motherhood tales and truly telling, they were as refreshing as water to a tired traveler. “My husband was comforting me and telling me to push harder when I just barked at him, freak can’t you see the hole is too small than the obstacle inside?” She laughed again. “To tell you all people, if this time I have a baby boy again then the freak will drive me again to bedroom to work harder. He needs a baby girl and I am getting older day by day,” she laughed but seemed somewhat worried.
“Mama, who’s that girl in the last bed?” I asked curiously.
“She is really unlucky, you know, child.” She got upset. “Her dick headed boyfriend doesn’t want to take responsibility of her baby.” I tried talking to Angela but it was worthless she never replied. Mama Jenny used to sing a song for her every day.
Even though her bed lay besides the window, it seemed the darkest corner of the maternity ward, which was full of sorrows. After a longer pause between her and me, she finally decided to speak. “I write different lines for God, I ask him to save my angel from that man. He ruined my life. My parents refuse to take my responsibility as well. I wish I died out of pain. Will you promise to make sure my angel will be safe? Please tell me.”
I was really feeling completely burdened with responsibility but I am happy I said yes that day. Today angel is safe with her because she was assured that day that whole world was not as bad as she thought and there existed a part of good humans as well. I had read a few lines on her papers, and were most beautiful words that had poured her pain all in once:
“For what should I live if its hurts losing you? I have no more answers but the only life I have lived tells me to enjoy the pain that you are giving me because you are my happiness as well which will merge with me when I die.”
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