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Mar 2024
Fifty years before,
People and doctors too had more patience.
When I was pregnant with my first child,
Everytime I went to the clinic,
Everything was fine,
The child was doing well.
But I was long overdue,
But patience has its rewards.
I would have fake pains,
And now and again I would urge mum to take me to the hospital immediately.
Being a mother of five,
She would ask if the pains were at an interval of two minutes,
No!
Then one time being exasperated and orthodox,
She said, "Everything unfolds at its own pace,
When Allah wishes your womb will open and you will give birth.
You may nurture the plant endlessly,
But the fruit is only borne in its season.
She was right,
Although I had a painful labour,
I gave birth to a healthy baby girl.
7/3/2024
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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