" There is no warning for the sight of a first child. There should be a song for women to sing at that moment, or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough at that moment. " ( Anita Diamant, The Red Tent )
So this is the first sight of our first born. The Shariya Camp Restorative Arts Therapy Centre. We didn't plan to bring our first born into the world yesterday, or this week come to that...it came out on its own. As with all babies, it knew it's timing.
We were given the land inside the camp a while back and many times have come that close to " losing" it due to our lack of building. And Sunday was just one of those days when the gavel fell, both this way and that way at the same time. It was definitely an o emergency delivery, the baby had to come out, now. We could no longer, not even for one day, retain the land without a building.
It was after a long hot day in War City, and herein I am sensing lies yet another tale with a lesson hidden in it, that the baby was born. I will return to that point. Mr Abdullah had invited us for dinner and believe me the eyes of my stomach had been on his dinner all day. If not, for two days. His own Shingal honey, techina, home made yoghurt, and cheeses. More than scrumptious.
The way to our Mr Abdullah goes through the industrial estate of Sumel. And it was there that we laid eyes on our first born. And it was there and then that we got out of our boat with the knowing that it was time to walk on water. Bring this baby into the world. We ran between various caravan construction companies ( that's in the camp building here ), price quotes, endless rounds of strong over sugared black tea, and the baby showed its head.
That was 5 pm on Sunday evening. Delivery guaranteed Tuesday evening at 5 pm.