That was my just born baby girl.

Chilled piercing cold, when you dare go out unless wanting to risk life, I got stunning picturesque worlds of angels born within, not really aware of magnanimous miracles bout to incarnate when a lady was labor paining juggling stretched between the forces of lives and deaths. Mercyfied spirit shown in Mixing cries subdued with uprooting first cries seemed ceased my footfall standstill. Wilderness empowered uncertainties, so helpless begging for healthy incarnate. Curtains lifted and were breathing life in laps wrapped in snow-white cotton. My gaze was scared of unknowns. She murmured with tiny whispering cries of assurances, told don’t worry, hopeless man, I am here to give purpose. Scolded like her disciple, discipline and order your affairs, and behave responsibly. Bolding me what, I gave you added identities of the father being your daughter, whispering of two incarnates of one generated as a father within me felled laying in lap. The instructor taught me so much about fractions. The child is the father of a man, (though I dispute, why not the mother of a man). How genius and intellect was the moment when the whole responsible pure worlds guessed laying within a lap. No taints, just purity at its highest. Echoing of solace blown coming unknown from, dropping where, in me tells, you are done completed to herald me a leader. Hold away slaveries, the more on you to let me fly highest. Promise, to let me breathe gospels of souls smelled from up the highs. Commanded to Crucify all impurities to let her live one as the original. Scared soul demanding for rights of purity, requested for not to derail her. That was my just born baby girl.

Authored by Abdul Salaam (Copyright Tanda Consultants)