Dear Hurricane Hamza,
Today you fell! It wasn’t a normal trip or tumble, but an awful summersault off our bed that ended in what looked like a fatal landing. My heart stopped, I froze, was ice cold and could do nothing but shout, ‘Ye Allah’ (Oh God) over and over again.
Today you fell! It wasn’t a normal trip or tumble, but an awful summersault off our bed that ended in what looked like a fatal landing. My heart stopped, I froze, was ice cold and could do nothing but shout, ‘Ye Allah’ (Oh God) over and over again.
Your tayta (Arabic for gran) kept calling from downstairs to check if you we were ok, but I couldn’t respond. The only way to describe it, is that for a few minutes I had died. By the time I came round- which could only have been a minute realistically, you were already over it and on to your next mission- and I was left with the scene forever imprinted in my head on replay.
It’s a feeling I only understood after having you and one you will likely only come to know when you have children (which better not be in the next 18- 20 years), You are my everything and if anything ever happened to you, a huge chunk- if not all of me would seize to exist.
You are so young still and as everything keeps pointing out, a boy, which means I need to prepare myself for many more bumps, bruises, stiches and even broken bones. I just don’t know if I will be able to handle it. I’m not sure if I have it in me, to be strong through all these future accidents that everyone keeps warning me about.
Your adventurous spirit and ability to get over things quickly is one of the qualities I admire- and I guess hate the most about you. While I hope you never lose these qualities, I do hope that you can rub them off on me a little more, while we grow up together.
Love always,
Mom x
okay so the fall's bark was clearly worse than it's bite, but here is Hamza after his fall, with a nasty roasty on his nose
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