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On Sunday 24 October 2010, Allah gave me my first baby Mariam.
A new experience & a different feeling I cannot describe it.
Yes, it is a big responsibility, but it is a nice task to look after a tiny weak creature.
In the beginning, I was not enthusiastic much because:
1. I did not love the children in general before the marriage, only my nephews.
2. I was not ready to the pregnancy or qualified for bringing up a child, although I am 31 years old.
3. I was hoping to have a Natural Childbirth, but I had a Cesarean Section.
4. I was hoping to have a boy, but I had a girl. She is the first granddaughter & niece in our families.
But now, I think is Mariam the greatest novel I wrote in my life!