I only knew you were with me for a short while, but in that time, you became part of me in every way.
I carried you with such love - quietly, deeply - even before I saw you. I was already imagining what life would look like with you in it. How I wished to see you and hold you, not only from within, but also in my arms..
More than anything, I wished El had gotten to meet you. She talks about wanting a baby sibling almost every day.. her little heart so full of love and excitement. I had started picturing you both together: her proudly introducing you to everyone, reading stories to you, showing you how to play. I wanted that so badly for her… for all of us.
But Allah had a different plan.
We lost you.. and with that, we lost the future we had already begun to dream of.
The pain that followed is something I’ll carry for a long time. It was physical, yes; but it was also emotional and spiritual. It drained every part of me. The two days it all unfolded were some of the hardest I’ve ever lived through.
At one point, we thought we’d made it.
We heard your heartbeat for the first time, and in that moment, I believed. I held on to hope.
I didn’t know it would also be the last time.
And then, just like that, everything changed. You were gone. And it felt like my heart broke all over again.
But even through this heartbreak, I remind myself: HasbunAllahu wa ni’mal wakeel.
We trust Allah; His plan, His mercy, His wisdom. We believe in His perfect timing, even when it hurts.
I read something that brought peace to my aching heart:
“You have sent forth a child who now waits at the very gates of paradise. You have given birth to an intercessor for you on the Day of Judgment. Imagine the profound beauty of a home in jannah, specifically described and named Bayt al-Hamd, the House of Praise. Picture this house as yours. Could any home in this transient world ever surpass such a divinely titled dwelling in the eternal realm?”
- Yaqeen Institute.
That is where you are now : safe, whole, and surrounded by light.
And the most comforting part: you are not alone.
Your sibling is there too.
Two little souls.. waiting for El.
Waiting to play with her, to love her, to know her.
And one day, Insha’Allah, we’ll all be together again.
For now, I hold on to the hope that when this storm passes, Allah will send us our rainbow. And until then, I carry you in my heart; always.
Love always,
Mama