It was Friday, 23 March 2007. I was with my sister (the youngest in family) during her battle to deliver her third baby. It was all Allah planned for. My mom was not well at that time. So she was in kampung. After attending to my mom and had a short visit back to hometown with my lil man, I had to rush back for those in KL. The earlier story is
here.
My big man was hospitalised and my sister was about to deliver anytime. Being the eldest in my family, I have to juggle between all. Alhamdullilah, with God given strength, I managed to handle these challenges came to me at the same time.
I was the one who sort of provoke my sister to get pregnant while she is still young. Seing her not having so much of a problem, I suggested her to have more. She told me that her other half and her are not financially stable and adequate to support many children at this time. But I stressed to her not to give that reason. If so, I told her ..."you deliver and I will take care as my own".
As God wish, she was pregnant soon after our conversation.... That conversation lingering into my mind as I hold her hand and caressed her hair while she was intensely in pain during the battle. Deep in my heart, some guilty feeling I felt seeing her suffer and I can't imagine how much pain she had to bare. This is because I had no experience of such pain when my lil man came to this world. Nevertheless, she managed to get through it and I was there with her. All the pain was gone as soon as the baby came out.
This little cute baby boy, 3.4 kg, came to the world just after Friday prayer ended. He was crying outloud while the nurses cleaning him. I asked permission from Doctor to take his picture just after about 10 minutes of his arriving in this world.
What amazed me was my first communication with the baby. And he responded to my voice.
Me: " Hi BIG boy"Him: Continue cryingMe: " Hi BIG boy"Him: Stop crying and listenMe: " Hi BIG boy"Him: Open his eyes to see where is the sound come from.Me: " Hi BIG boy" and I took more of his pictures when he was in calm state.In my mind: On my God, he is responding to my voice. He stopped crying upon hearing me calling him. Amazing...
After everything was settled, I reflected and I realised that I should have greeted him with "Assalamualaikum" ...but but..what can I say...only "Hi BIG boy" came from my brain and mouth at that time.
Here he is...baby
Muhammad Alif Haikal...

He stopped crying

He was looking at me upon hearing my voice

I was holding him the next day when he was ready to come home. My lil man placed his dino on the baby. At the background is the baby's brother.