It was Monday February the first , 1999, the girls getting ready for school Malak, Mariam, Eman, and Bayan . Niam was at the university so she was not up , and May was married anyway and doesnot live with us any more, it was Abed and Malaks birthday , but I am feeling labor pain , Oh it would be nice if Mohammad Jamil will be born today three in one and like his father, so after the kids left i called dr. Faysal Kak my O.B and he suggested i pass by his clinic .While we were drinking morning coffee ,it spilled over Abed's leg , may be from excitment , and at eight i was suposed to see the doctor , before he goes to AUB , it is end of semester exams and Abed also has semester finals plus the girls are getting ready for mid year exams ...
Mohammad Jamil , its the name we chose for our son . He is our first boy , we had seven girls , Bayan the youngest is 10 yrs older than him , May is 20 years older than him too, and Heba though she is deceased but she was my first born and it had been 24 years now ....
Oh Mohammad Jamil's pregnancy was the least expected but HE is the most welcome ... I never thought i would have a baby after Bayan ,and a boy , i am old already , i had bayan when iwas 33 yrs, but Its all as Allah wants and plans ...
Even ididnot know i was having him till i was 17 weeks pregnant .
I passed by dr. kak but he said no serious pain false labour , well seven kids and still i mistake labour pain ,
On Wednesday February the third i went to the hospital Trad hospital around fajr time and around one oclock noon we welcomed Mohamad Jamil.
His face features are like mine, and Bayan's and Niam's , his skin is darker though ... All the family was glad and congratulated us , phone calls from around the world , relatives and friends called , he was a blessing ,people who never visited me before came over to see him and congratulate us , till years later some people didnot know we had him ... My daughters friends often exclaimed :"oh you had a brother , we didnot know that ".
Well but raising jaimie -as we called him at home- wasnot easy , the girls had to adapt to his being around specially when he got older and moved around , they were in universities and high schol and had to stay up late to study , so he rarely slept early when young , he grew up in a grown ups household . We talked with him English so he will get used to two languages in case i wanted to send him to a french teaching school, but no one encouraged me because i am english educated .
His friends were mostly his sisters friends, all grown up girls , and he loved them so , Hana , Lama , are on top of the list ... In the family he had mariam ,Meemo, and Yasmeen, Neena and Reema, to play with as they are almost his age but they are girls too. Even at school he enjoyed the compang of girls because they are more quiet than boys till he was in grade five at albayader school the teacher encouraged him to be around with boys and in class he sat by a boy so he started to be more like a boy . In grade six boys were seperated in the classroom and girls were in a seperate section so he got to know what boys are made off, although he noticed that the class was so noisy then !. He also started to hang around with family boys even if they were all older than him but they invited him to their Ramadan Iftars and swimming and football matches so he found boys company . He is bright and smart kid , very empathetic, loving and caring . We loved him so , he changed our lives , May Allah bless him and guide him towards the best . Like the moon among the stars he grew. His sisters , five of them are married so he is enjoying his life at home with Niam , he always missed her when she was away in Doha and in America .
today thirteen years later Mohammad Jamil is in grade eight, he likes football and goes to quranic Halaqa. He has grown Ma Shaa Allah , he is the proud uncle for six kids all boys except for Aida his niece . He has his school friends whom he loves and hangs around with , he likes to write poetry because of his teacher , arabic teacher whom he adores , Mr Maher Barhoomi .
Happy Birthday Jaimie , may Allah bless you and your sisters , my youngest son and my eldest son
We love you so much , we hope you all will be a good offspring , please help yourselves to please Allah and please us and please youselves, Amen .
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