*A year and half later*
"Afnan,stay one place let me put this beautiful gown for you. Don't you want to go to Uncle Ahmad's wedding?"
I was struggling with my two year old baby. She was quite stubborn when it comes to dressing up. She prefers running around in her diapers.
She jumped excitedly. "Akle hamed Akle hamed."
I laughed at the way she says his name. She was still learning to speak. Her first words were 'Mamma'. I cried tears of joy that day. She loved ya Ahmad so anytime she hears his name, she gets excited.
"Now now stay still if not you won't see Uncle Ahmad." I told her as I tried zipping up her purple polka dot gown.
She sat still and I sighed in relief. I started to comb her hair and she started crying. I was getting frustrated.
"Afnan mana. Don't you want to look beau
