The Twins Birth

My wife’s condition would become harder and worsen day by day. Dr. Sorour Ahi was strictly nursing her at a clinic in Amiriyyeh Street. My wife and I had persistently asked her to conduct the surgery of my child’s birth by her own.

However, at the time of my baby’s birth, she had gone on vacation and was not there in the clinic.  Instead of her, a man was on call there that night. When they informed us, it was about 11 o’clock at night and it was about 12 hours that we had been there. It was an urgent situation. The clinic officials informed me that it was impossible to bring female doctor for my wife. I decided to take him somewhere else but the clinic officials impeded and told me that my wife was in critical conditions. They told me any movement for her would be dangerous and they did not let me take her out. There was a fight shaping between us. I went to my wife and told her the story. She said that she would die if a man is going to deliver her baby. Hearing her words, I got really angry. I went to t clinic’s administrator and shouting by a loud sound I told him to manage what we wanted or I would destroy everything there. He was frightened and said: “Take it easy sir; control yourself. I’ll handle it soon…” Then he dialed a number by phone and then said: “Lady! Please come here at once…. This man is getting crazy and may destroy everything here…” I got so angry and thumped my fist on the table and told him: “Crazy, is you father not me!” he apologized and convinced her to come.

15 minutes later, at the time that I was so upset and worried, a care stopped in front of the clinic and two ladies got off and entered the clinic.

An hour later a sound of a cry filled the clinic. A lady came out of the surgery room and came to me and said: “Dear Sir! Are you still upset? Take it easy. We delivered a pretty girl for you.” Then she went back to the surgery room. I calmed down and began praying God. About 15 to 20 minutes later she came again and said: “Sir! Congratulation, we delivered another girl for you.” Unintentionally I raised my hand toward the sky and said: “Thank God hundred thousand times…”

The cries of two babies had filled the clinic. I had lost all my anger. I was full of joy and happiness. It seemed that I was born again with them. I was full of energy and love for the future; a future full of questions; a future that was coming and the tomorrow expecting my children.

My happiness was endless. I would swallow that happiness grudgingly if I knew what a miserable destiny had been written for those two little girls. Like all other fathers I wished for a relaxed and happy life for my daughters; I did not know what a great tests God had willed for them to pass. The great tests that mu daughters passed with their might and innocence; however, the misery of those days heavily weighs on my heart forever.