One afternoon when she was asleep. I asked Mariyam ji to go home to arrange clean and fresh linens and some clothes for her and the baby. I sat there in her room with her as that was the only chance I could see her.
She was asleep. I sat next to her and felt bad, very bad for her. The inability to see your own kid after bringing it into the world is the worst thing a mother could possibly experience. I talked to her even though I knew she was asleep and wasn’t listening to me at all. But I still had things to say to her. I was afraid of touching her because I knew she would go panic if she wakes up.
But I was apologetic.
Somehow, I managed to gather courage to hold her hand. I put her hand into mine. Her hand was cold; her entire body was as frigid as ice. So, I rubbed her palm with min
