✿═══════════════✿ Winged wings Part: Thirteen http://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com/2023/05/blog-post.html ✿═══════════════✿ https://instagram.com/she.is.dream.maker?igshid=ZGUzMzM3NWJiOQ== https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs Even the prepared mind started to falter. Their tears seemed to tug at my heart somewhere... But my Kulsu's faceIt was coming helplessly in front of me... completely insane... The torrent that falls inside me is stronger than the raindrops that fall outside, and I am completely exhausted... I kissed my son on the forehead and handed over my pinchomana to them because of the inner determination that I will see him again, not for the last time... How can a peta (childbirth) belly endure this, my Lord... They bowed before me with tears of joy and expressed their happinessI picked up my little girl and kissed her... "Forgive this father...this is our destiny...we will see each other again...let the creator decide...you are only mine...Hisham by Nrem Kulsu...Hisham Roshan,... I called him in his ears and held him inside me and gave them a piece of my liver and ran out... I opened my eyes and was surprised by the silence in front of me. Because the silence in the maternity ward... I'm hereThere was a commotion from the time I arrived... including me, the commotion caused by the women who came to give birth... The woman who gave birth with me will be transferred to the room. Now it's just me. Her bed is absolutely ready to receive the next pregnant… This was the only thing that appeared in my eyes in one glance... I was looking at Pinchomana lying close to my breast without blinking... My baby... I tried to get out of bed in a frenzy after seeing only one bird and the attempt failed... Sisterroad SunI told her to show me the other baby and she looked helpless... I kept asking again and again... the question became noisy with tears.... no If I am like this, I can't stand in front of her. But how cruel I am to my own child.,.. Wiping my tears, I walked towards the maternity ward... Tell her what. Did a bug die... hey no... no never. And so the living childDon't say... Hearing the commotion from the maternity ward, I put aside my thoughts and went there...when I saw her crying and exhausted coming towards me in a wheelchair...I was shocked for a moment... I felt a little relieved when the sister who was with me told me the room number and came with me... I am always waiting for her to shower me with questions... Tired of crying, she doesn't ask anything... I moved her in a wheelchair in a state where she didn't understand anything.To the room... "Ika... When I saw him lying on the bed and calling me with red eyes, I felt a tremor in my stomach... With a small smile made out of nowhere, I took her hands and gently placed them in mine as if answering her call and looked at her... Seeing her lips quivering with words, I was at a loss for a moment, not knowing what to do or say. I got up and lay down next to herKonda held her down... She and I cried as hard as we could without words... We both tried our best not to wake up the piece of our liver that was sleeping on her right side... In a sense, we could say that no sound came out... I slowly got up from her who was crying and sleeping. He looked out through the windows. But what did the doctor say to her... She never asked me anything other than burst into tears and I didn't even tell... meAnd this cannot be said. Maybe if she asks me about him while crying, I will forget everything and go to him and get him... I don't have anyone bigger than her. .because I have no words left to say to her... When I think about going home, I am very scared. She hand-stitched baby clothes and shoesThere are two types of dresses for both men and women. The dreams she made would drive me crazy. Before the thoughts made me crazy, I called my mom and checked the things in the house. I didn't have to tell them about the twins because I thought it would be a surprise. They were full of words and eager to see baby Kulsu.I found peace... Knocking on the door, the sister entered with the baby in one hand... "This child's mother is low on milk. You must help... I took a good look at the baby in the sister's arms... Ya Rabbi... my son... I looked at her lying on the bed... She laughed and took him from them and nursed him... Not knowing that it was her own son, she held the baby to her breast and caressed it with her hands and gave it kisses... to be continued ✍🏻mihraskoduvally ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ ISHQE-MADEENA ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾