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May 17, 2005
Happy Birthday Amin, My beautiful boy
Amin came to us at one of the hardest stages of our lives. I just had lost my business, had rented out our house and moved to AKRAM'S house. I had opened a new store, and I was by myself, depressed, scared, with Marjan and our new baby Amin.
I think God in her wisdom, knew I need a distraction and love, I needed hope, and Amin was the gift that brought all this with him, I always say he is my soul, and dare to say, the closest person on this earth to me, there is a bind between us, only us, him and me, and no one else.
It was a Sunday night when we had to get Marjan to the hospital, it was raining, and Akram was with us. We went in, and Marjan was taken to what they call these days, THE BIRTHING ROOM, I was anxious, but tried to be brave, Marjan was in Pain, I stayed awke all night with her. By next after noon, She was not still diallated enough, and the baby's heart rate alarmed her doctor, so they took her in the operating room for a C section. I was with her, and before you know it, they had opened her up. Once the Doctor saw the baby, he was shocked, we were told he would be about 6,1/2 Lb, an average size baby, but he was much bigger, almost 9Lb, and 21" tall.
You see Marjan had this thing about our baby, she was worried that he would have a big meaty nose like mine, and at one of the visits, her doctor looked at the monitor and said wow this baby has a very distinct nose, the minute I heard that I knew that marjan would have problem with that statement. Once we were back at the house, Marjan started crying, My baby has a big nose. I knew with all the hormones in her, she could not think logically , so I tried to calm her down, but to no avail. The next day I called her doctor, and explained Marjan's worries, she said," no Mr Ahmadi what I meant that he has very nice nose,with distinct bone structure".
So back to the operating room, the baby was delivered, they cleaned him up, and gave him to me, marjan wanted to see the baby," asking let me see his nose, and I assured her that Amin had a beutifull little nose, trying to bring Amin down to her eye level so she could see, At last she saw his face and got relaxed, the nose was okay.
In a way Amin saved my life, my little savior, he sustained me with all the love he gave me and still does. I have so much memories of him, always smiling, and ready to jump in my arms the minute I was home. And you know you do not know what Love is untill you have your own child, nothing, and nothing comes close, sweetest sensation ever,
I used to get him to sleep, singing, John Denver's Annie's song, " you feel up my senses, like a night in the forrest......." he did and still does. Watching LION KING TOGETHER, or WINNIE THE POOH, telling him my stories at night, watching him grow to be a young man he is, and wrestling with him, arms in arms, like SIMBA and MOFASA. He is quiet shy, young man with no appetite for fighting, or mischief, he likes to be left alone, the way I used to. He is so gentle with other kids, specially his new couisin LEILA now. Whe I want to tease him, I lay him down and lick his face all over, and then he runs after me trying to do the same. Or, if we are watching TV and a beutifull girl comes on the screen I tell him, " Amin isn't she a HABAHABA", and he takes his eyes away screaming at me " Daddy". Well I am his silly daddy, and he is the sunshine of my life.
One of the first thing I wrote to Amin before he was born in his BOOK OF PROMISES, was that he owed me a big one for finding him a mother like Marjan. She is so in love with him, adores him, and takes care of him like a Prince, they share the same overcoats, or Tshirts now, even the same shoes. She watches over him like a hawk, and knows him better than anybody else, the way only mothers do. And Of course Akram, giving Amin love as pure as it comes, He spends Friday nights usually over Akram's house, and sleeps with her on her bed, with her holding him while he goes to sleep. Lucky boy.
Well, I could write a lot more, but I know, I do not want to try your patience. I wrote a poem for him recently MY SON AT ELEVEN, look it up if you like.
Posted by Idinraha at May 17, 2005 10:18 AM