Birth of the unborn
On
a sunny day, a cute young couple soaking in sun lay beside each other holding
hands, basking in the glory of the wait endowed by nature, yes she was expecting,
they were as happy as they could be. he massaged her with sunscreen. There were
few other families around, kids played in sand, few others threw ball around.
Suddenly
there were few awws and sympathetic ohhs , yes this happened every time this
particular couple came to beach , guy looked little old his grey hairs did tell
that. girl had just entered 30’s but her wrinkles told a separate story. Yes she
loved the beach, it was here she first kissed him and was his forever, she
still remembers the foam of water when it touched her feet, that odd shell
which stuck to her ankle. He too remembers, the loud cheers when she kissed him,
his friends knew from day one, that she was the one for him. they married young
, right out of college , then god endowed her with a lovely son that’s what
doctors told her in third month of pregnancy. Then two months later world came
crashing down around them, they were shattered when told that the baby had Down’s
syndrome and would not be a normal child. All the hell broke loose when doctors
advised them to abort their child yes their own progeny to be born out of love.
It
is a murder, claimed one. It is not your decision who lives and who dies said
the other. Then came the priest donning white rob, kind with words and with actions,
said everyone is special and is blessed by the god. That’s it, they had made their
mind they would let the nature take its own course.
The boy was born, they smiled they tried but
were not able to feel that happiness, others came in; sympathy was what they
got not congratulations not even one hurray. Over the years they did everything
to make him comfortable but as he grew he had to be restrained by being tied to
a restraining chair. Parents got pat on back from everyone they met, priest
even named them in one service. He said they were serving the god himself.
Boy,
tied in chair, fed by his mother, put to sleep by his father. Only to wake up
and to be tied to a chair again, kids would play around his but he would be
cast as scary, they never came near him, long back neighbours son came near him,
he grabbed his hairs and would not let go, he was innocent in his innocence he
did not know what to do or what not to do, but it was last time when anyone
came near him other than his own parents
His
parents wanted another child but they always feared that it would take their
attention away from him. Also they feared what if it happens again, it had robbed
them of their confidence, dented there love, killed there spirit
But
sea seldom remains calm , tides turn , storms brew , breaking the status quo ,
nature took its turn boy became sick at age of 20, he breath his last in
next few days. He was given a tearful bid adieu
Everyone
spoke well about him at his funeral, but his father could not say a word, all
he had were questions in his mind
Did
the boy have a happy life?
Was
he indeed special?
Was
he able to enjoy the limited days he had??
Did
he have any friend?
What
if he felt everything but could not say??
What
if he felt lonely?
What
if he was unhappy?
Did
he hate being tied?
Did
he felt jailed?
What
if he felt jealous of other kids?
What
if he just could not bear it?
And
then his thoughts wandered ho himself, had he done injustice to him should he
have listened to the doctor, the big question came
Had
it cost him and his wife their own youth??
Their
marriage??
Their
second child??
Has he lost courage to have another kid now??
He
slumped on the floor and cried and cried and cried
Now
all three of them asks everyone, should they have aborted or put the kid to
rest in infancy
And I ask you to ask yourself
Was this the birth of unborn ??
Dr Ishaan Allahabadi
19/10/2016
