The Story Of A Life Never Born

As she stepped out of the operation room, Yasmeen cried out, not due to pain but due to anguish. Something had just died within her body. The acrimonious reality pinched her heart and tears of blood flooded her existence. It was just four hours ago that she felt like a complete women on her way to receive the biggest gift of nature. At this instant she felt like life had lost its reason in her subsistence, like the sun had denied her the warmth she had longed after toiling in the winter, like the earth had exiled her from within its embrace, like the night had just decided to stay in her life!
The scene erupted in front of her sunken eyes once again! Ahmad was speeding and she had stopped him! How she wished he had listened? That he had paid heed to her warnings! The car skidded: the truck; the jerk; glass and blood all over and then everything had gone numb and silent. As the fog lifted she found herself in a room but her mind too dazed to make sense of her surroundings. She felt a pain in her forehead and then her stomach. “my baby” she blurted out and then lightning struck. She could not feel the presence of a being within her. “its just due to the accident” she tried to convince herself in vain.
She tried to rise up but her body was still too numb to respond. She cried out yet no words left her mouth. Suddenly a rush of people flooded the room and though the fog had stared to move in again her mind was swirling with questions. Was the baby fine? Had it been hurt during the accident? Was it still….ALIVE?
When brought back to the realm of sanity her first word had brought silence in the room. “ my baby” she had said. The silence pierced her like a shard of glass. Sinking deeper with every passing moment and then reality was unveiled as she saw what lay on the table. It was beautiful. Her baby, her very own flesh and blood. How he resembled his father? And a tear dribbled down her cheek not in happiness but of pain as she saw that her baby lay motionless as in this gift of nature, the endowment of life had been forgotten. She cried as she took him in her arms and how she wished that he had breathed instead of her, that God had taken her life instead of his, that somehow life would enter this corpse she held!
Her eyes had seen her own flesh being buried under six feet of sand and stone; no more could that haggard body support this burden, no longer could those sunken eyes wait…wait for a life never born.