قصة مروة

عاوزه احكلكوا حكايتي النهاردة ..أنا اسمي مروة، عندي ٧ شهور، اه متستغربوش أن اتولدت من ٧ شهور بس، اللي قبل كده مجرد رقم على ورق في البطاقه، أنا اتولدت لما ابني نام في حضني أول ليلة، لما نفسه بقى في نفسي ودقات قلبه سمعاها.اه صحيح، أول شهر مر عليا وعليه كان صعب جدًا جدًا، كان كل حد فينا خايف من التاني، هو على قد سنه وصغر حجمه كان كاشش من كل حاجه المكان الجديد والبيت والسرير ومني، وأنا كمان كنت خايفة، اه خايفة مهو أنا مش سوبر ومن، كنت ساعات بخاف أفشل وأقول طيب هأعمل إيه لو فشلت.أول شهر كان أصعب شهر بالنسبه ليا وليه، لكن دلوقتي وبعد مافات ٧ شهور عرفت معني السعادة الحقيقية السعادة اللي طالعة من القلب، عرفت يعني إيه أفتح عيني أشوفه بيضحكلي بوشه الصغنن، عرفت يعني إيه وأنا بأكله هو كمان يأكلني ويطبطب علي، عرفت الفرحه اللي كانت غابت عن حياتي وانطفت من زمان.يحيى لما نور حياتي نور قلبي، وببراءته محى كل الوجع اللي قبله، لا مش بس كده قد أيه ممكن كائن صغنن قد الكف يبقى هو العالم كله في عيوني، وبحبه بدأت أعيد ترتيب أولوياتي وأعيد حساباتي.يحيى بقى محور حياتي، ويجي بعده أي شيء، الخسارة اللي شفتها في حياتي هو ببراءته محاها ومحى كل الألم.التجربة ممكن تبقى مخيفة شوية وجايز نتراجع، لكن بصدق ومن كل قلبي هي تجربة تستحق المجازفة، وتستحق نأخد الخطوة دي، مش بس عشانهم، عشان نفسنا، عشان حضنهم، عشان يحيى هو اللي صالحني علي مروة وخلاني لقيتها بعد ٤١ سنة.

Mommy Marwa's Story

Marwa’s StoryI would like to tell you my story. My name is Marwa and  I am 7 months old. Yes, don’t be surprised. I was born merely seven months ago. What preceded that was only numbers on official papers. I was only born when my son was born, spent he first night in my arms and I was able to sense his breath and hear his heartbeat. It is true that the first month was rough for us both. We were both scared of each other. He, as young and small as he is, he was so apprehensive of everything: the new place, the house, the bed and me. I was also very afraid. Yes, I was scared; I am not a super woman. Sometimes, I was afraid that I might fail and I would think to myself: what should I do if I fail? Indeed, the first month was the most difficult for us both. But now, after 7 months have passed, I know the real meaning of happiness; joy that springs from the heart.  I know now what it means to open my eyes first thing in the morning to see his little face smiling at me. I know what it means to feed him and he would feed me back and caress me. I now know the happiness that was absent from my life and had long been extinguished. Yahya had lit up my heart as he brought light into my life up. With his innocence, he erased all the pain that came before he arrived. This is not all, it is amazing how a tiny little creature can become the world to me. His love made me rearrange all my priorities and plans. Yahya has become the center of my life and everything else comes second. All the loss experienced in my life before him was erased with his innocence. All the pain gone. The experience can be daunting. We might back off. But honestly, and whole heartedly, it is a risk worth taking. Not only the experience worth it for the child, it is worth it for ourselves; to be able to embrace the children. It is worth it because Yahya had helped me make peace with Marwa and helped me find her after 41 years.