December 30, 2018
She thought she had to be brave, to be strong to be everything and more.
She remembered to breathe.
She remembered how to push. She recalled all of the information from the books, authored by names she will never meet.
By minds that will never connect with hers.
By whispers that have never traced the words Bismilllah let alone Allahuakbar. They promised that she was the source of all strength, that she was invincible, that it was all her. She felt displaced, wrong, like an imposter rather than a worrier. She forgot to surrender. She forgot herself in all of the do's and don'ts It became their story instead of hersSo she never heard her voice, not even a whisper.
6 Tips for a Natural Pregnancy and Birth For Musli...
Remember Her Story
nicola mahdiyyah goodall