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May 15, 2005

Happy Birthday Kiana

I do not know how we lived before she was born. She is such a force in our lives, with so much energy, and so smart, beyound her age. I remember when we went to the hospital for her birth. Since marjan had a C section, with Amin, she had to have her with C section too. It was an afternoon, we had left Amin with Julia, and Akram was with me, we were sitting together in the waiting room, while the were preparing Marjan, Akram was reading prayers underbreath, while I WAS DOING MY BREATHING, FIFTY DEEP INHALES, AND EXHALE, TO CALM ME DOWN.

I looked at AKRAM, her face kind, a bit nervous, god knows how much I feel in debt to this women, By accepting me as a Son in law, by loving me like a son, by forgiving me all my shortcomings, and the way she loved Marjan, and adored Amin, and hop she has been with me in all the most important stages of my life. She started crying, so I sat next to her and told her, Come on MOM, you are here to take care of me, she smiled, and tried to control herself. I looked out and saw Majan's Doctor, satnding by the operationg room, eating his soup. Well I guess these operations are so routine to these Doctors.

In a few minutes, they called me in to the operating room, Marjan was laid down awake, a bit sedated, Her Doctor was there and so was a young Black assistant, a nurse, and the anestialogist. They had given her an Epidoral, to localy numb her belly. They started to cut her, I tried not to lookk, while I was talking to Marjan, and holding her hand, and then she started screaming, they stopped, Doctor said that the medicine sometimes does not go through the whole section, so they had to put her under general, at times like this, there is that sense of helplessnes, that tugs at you hurt, and the emptiness you feel at the pit of your stomack. Tears were running down my face, and I was trying to be brave, before you know it, I heard the doctor said, the babies head is out of your wife stomack, would like to look, to which, I responded a very firm,"NO THANK YOU". The doctor got kiana out, I cut her ambilical cord, and my baby arrived, screaming, The peditrician, checked her out , gave me an OK signal, and they handed her to me, and once in my arms, she calmed down, as I held her tight, smiling and crying at the same time, and she looked at me with those slanted Cat eyes, and I was in love.

Kiana completed us, two boys, two girls, as Amin used to say, and for the first time I felt that we were a family, four of us, the magic number, she was tall, 21", and about 8,1/2 pound, round face, black hair, supple lips, a tiny nose, and those eyes, that flirted with you from the first moment. My girl was all woman. I always say this and forgive me, if it does not adhere to your sensibilities, EVERY MAN SHOULD BE BLESSED ENOUGH TO HAVE A DAUGHTER, heck, I would have ten daughters if I could, they teach you so much, they love you so much, and Kiana has proven to be everything I needed. I could never imagine my life withought a daughter, somehow it appeals more to my sensibilities as a man that I am, and in our families, Marjan's , and mine, they are lots of boys but only two girls, so having a girl was a blessing that Marjan and I both look forward to.

Some of it was also that Marjan and Akram have such a close relationship that I wanted something on the same level for Marjan as we grow older. God has been good to me, and I am blessed. Kiana changed lots of thing in our lives. We moved to a much larger house, with her ever present energy, she has forced Amin to come out of his shell too. She is competitive, sensetive, wise beyound her age, quite a little lady. And I made sure I had many days with her one on one by takking her to0 the store with me all day, you see Kiana needs to be loved, every seconds, and we are happy to oblige, she is artistic, and in many ways she has so much of me in her, that makes me worry, growing up had not been easy for me, and I do not want her to go through the same things. At times like that my beautiful very wise wife Marjan tells me; " Don't worry Javad, she might be like you, but she is being brought up here, under much different environment, and she has you as a father to watch over her."
she is also kind enough to tell me: " Javad, I am so Jelious of our kids, they are so lucky to have a father like you". to which I say, I hope so, I realy hope so.

I call Amin, the sunshine of my life, and Kiana, the apple of my eyes,
she is so much to have around and well loved by her peers and every one in the family, so my friends now you can see how blessed I am, and how I do not dare to ask for any more blessings.

Posted by Idinraha at May 15, 2005 11:04 AM

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