Wednesday, 10 February 2010

..Mia Iman..

..Mia Iman..12 days old..

..my neighbour's eldest daughter gave birth to her first child 12 days ago..a girl weighing 2.9 kilograms..she was one of the breathtakingly cutest little girl that pakmat has ever seen, rosy pink of complexion, thick, dark, shining hair..and a pair of eyes so black it is like looking into a moonless sky...she is a doll, and looks like a doll..it is their first grandchild..and tokma, as they decided grandma should be called, took 4 days leave just to be with her grandchild..and tokma is a very busy Pengetua of a secondary school in Bachok...


..I took that little girl in my arms and remembered all the daughters that I have..from the first delivery to the second, to the third and to the last...the anxiety and floor pacing of the first did not diminished even at the last..all those measurements in cm and the smoking that was in chains...one minute inside the waiting hall, the next outside, furtively drawing in the smoke, lit with a shaking hand..eyes looking at the watch, measuring time against God knows what...yes, they are all God's miracles..for they came from clumps of dark blood...


..and Mia Iman was not born of a woman..complications with her umblical cord led to a caesar's..and the young mother, pale and weak from her ordeal, beamed with pride at her little white canvas..Mia's translucent fingers are too small to curl my finger, but I know she has already curled the hearts of those around her...


..I took Mia in my arms...this perfect bundle that God created through a union..and I was that young man again, holding through the stains and the blood, my first daughter..and tears that welled in my eyes mumbled my prayers that I whispered into her  ears..God is Great..


..and through my dying embers, I could feel  flames stirring...





18 comments:

ijad said...

cantik blog...

Gayah Gebu said...

perfect Valentine's entry.

so much love. so much purity.

Mia Iman, beautiful name for a beautiful little person.

pakmat said...

..welcome, ijad..hanya cerita orang tua-tua kat sini..salam dan jdbb..jaga diri baik-baik..

hi, GG..love your name, too..Gayah Gebu..just a lil roll of tongue..:) and love your blog, too..now you take care...cheers.

Cat-in-Sydney said...

"she was one of the breathtakingly cutest little girl that pakmat has ever seen, rosy pink of complexion, thick, dark, shining hair..and a pair of eyes so black it is like looking into a moonless sky...she is a doll, and looks like a doll.."
Aaaah...Abang Mat waxing lyrical on a teenie weenie baby... wonder how you'll describe me, if ever we meet... purrrr....meow!

NanaDJ said...

Et tu Pak Mat? Gayah syndrome,Mat B is really good isn't he, now everyone think of Gayah.

Beautiful write up Pak Mat. Babies always bring the best in us, we can't help but feel sentimental.

Salaam.

reef said...

pakcik mat!!!What a beautiful entry!!I wanna hold and hug n kiss her too ;( how i wish i could be there..tokma is very busy and the happiest person in the world now i must say!no doubt.

Ozz said...

My neighbor's 5 yrs old daughter once said that her baby brother was purchased from Carrefour(that was what told by her father). Err....I am off to buy two this evening.

Fauziah Ismail said...

Salam Pak Mat,
Every delivery is beautiful although most moms swear, because of the pain they go through, that they'll do it just once!!!

Kama said...

touching entry pak mat...

pakmat said...

..if we meet, my dear cat, pakmat might just run out of words..but can try with..silky, glossy fur..with claws so sharp it glisten in the dark..and a nose so pink..sitting pretty between to set of whiskers..:)

salam NanaDJ..yes, me, too..Sofian MB has a way with belles and words that this old coot feel compel to say something of the joy of my neighbour..and Im thinking that if it was me...I dont mind the abang..hehehe..:) cheers..

pakmat said...

Hi, Dr. Reef..and hows thing down there in Adelaide?..your niece is turning out very well..and by end of next yr..try make kaklong an aunt..:)..take care, doc..looking forward to seeing ya end of this year..


..buy one for me, too, Ozz..all that cuddling sharpened my parternal instincts...oblique remarks to wife not getting the desired effect..:)

pakmat said...

Lady Fauziah and Lady Kama..pakmat always of the mind that if men were to go through the pain of labor and the discomforts of carrying, every family will only have one child..:) but it is in the manner of women that their threshold of pain is higher than men..fav phrase..pliancy of steel...cheers..

Tommy Yewfigure said...

Wow PakMat, she's simply so adorable, just lookalike my youngest daughter when she was born many2 moon ago. Ya, so sweet, pure & innocent; how not to love lah.

She's the first of the 'Alpha' generation and with such a lovely name Mia Iman, I sincerely hope that we will leave them a better world to grow up in.

Cheers,
Tommy

pakmat said...

..and you r so right, Tommy..first of the Alpha generation..lets hope that the world that we gonna leave her will be a far better world than that we now have..signs are not good..but I will pray for a rebirth..let the old weed and cactus wither and die..new seeds must sprout its roots..sheesh, I am getting sentimental..

Zendra-Maria said...

Aaaah babies... I had 5 of them Pakmat, in a span of 9 years. Each one of them had a different temperament, but all of them were as adorable then as MIA IMAN is now. Beautiful name - may she grow up a keeper of the faith.

hazeleyed lady said...

Ass-Salam Pakmat
sorry for my late comments...
but...as always...i love your phrases...perfectly described!
and this Mia Iman...pinky rosey she is indeed!
Bless you Pakmat

pakmat said...

hi. Zen..and I am sure your five are adorable now as they were then..do you see reflections of your youth in them as I see in mine..? Children are like that..

salam hazel..bless you, too Hazel..take care..

yushida03 said...

pakmat.. have a very wonderful way of saying things.. not that the baby is not wonderful.. it is.. a wonderful for us all to appreciate.. looking into his/her eyes.. reminiscing what might once lingered in our parents mind when they first hold us in their hands.. ..