Zoya, my lil niece is no more.

Last time I had seen her when she was just 2 months old. While caressing her unripe cheeks she gave a tender glance at me & moved her little lips as if she would just say something. She was crying & moving her teeny weeny legs in a strange desperation. With long girly fingers her small hands looked so personable. I smiled at myself and thought we humans are only beautiful as babies and when we grow old our sinless hearts turn into sinful hideouts. Realizing that my attention got diverted from her for a second, she got angry and started bawling while rubbing her tiny feet against the floor, I had to pluck my ear lobes and say sorry to convince her so that she stops crying. Suddenly she had a clever grin in amusement on her face after this short drama. In heart of her hearts she would have been thinking Mamu! I made a real Mamu of u!


Yesterday suddenly she left us all & didn’t say good-bye to anyone. She slept & slept for rest of her life. I didn’t have a chance to see her for a long time as I am living in exile some where else away from my tribe.


She had just started creeping & chirping but I think she didn’t like this world. I have seen many a times little children murmur with no sense .But I always have a belief that this no sense murmur is no non sense at all. I think this is the way they interact with God coz he is the best knower of everything. The understanding, The wise.


It seems if she had come under an agreement with God that she would live on probation and if she likes this world she is gona stay or else will leave for good. Unlike us she choose the real life, the life after death.


Her mom is concerned, if they have a bib and baby food there. Zoya didn’t take any fancy dresses with her. They say some spiritual beings called as angels will attend upon her arrival there. She will have wings like a seraph & will re-unite with her friends. They wpuld have a little gathering on the lakeside of river “salsabil” (a river in paradise) where she would tell them stories about this evil world. But she would not forget to tell them about her lovely mom who would be missing her for the rest of her life.


Zoya,we will miss you always…..Mamu!