" Wahhhhh! Weeeeeeeeee! Weeeeeeee! "
The cry of the new born filled till the ceiling.
" It's a girl. My girl. "
Jafar picked the baby up and cuddled her delicately.
" Get the placenta out and hand it over to me. Quick Jafar. It could be here any moment. "
The old man was running. As if he was afraid something was coming.
Jafar quickly handed his wife's placenta and the new born to his father. He placed her on a tray.
The woman was now unconscious. It must have been due to over exhaustion. Jafar pulled her to a side and placed a cloth over her head, which acted as a pillow.
" Get the liquid boiling Jafar. Heat it to the maximum. "
The son hurriedly added more firewood, under what seemed like a huge cauldron make of wrought iron.
" Do not cut or tear her placental cord. Put
