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The hope of a new life: One mother’s story of strength and survival
"I delivered my other children at home. This is my first time delivering a baby in the clinic," Zenab recounts.
Holding Madina close to her chest and covering her with her own blue robe, she continues: “I’m very happy now. I’m happy the child is healthy.”
A couple of days later, I meet Zenab again at the clinic where she brings Madina for a checkup. My heart leaps when I see the beauty of this new life. Her skin has lost the fine wrinkles of a typical newborn and she is sleeping peacefully. I smile at Zenab and say ‘jamila,’ which means beautiful in Arabic. Not being able to speak more than a few words in each other’s language, we simply smile at one another as we soak in this new life.
Zenab is called into the consultation room. As she rises and carries Madina into the room, I hope with all my heart that Madina will grow up to be as strong as her mother.