Member-only story
From the Womb to the Grave
An untold story of a grieving mother
Non-members can read the story HERE
Some stories are difficult to write and this is one of those stories.
People who met Mrs. Feroze said they couldn’t look at her face. They couldn’t look into her eyes. There was something in them that made you uneasy, something that sent a shiver down your spine.
Her eyes were dry like a desert that had been waiting for rain for years. But no rain would come. They were dark, deep, and empty, like a bottomless well. A well that had once been full of life but had now dried up, leaving nothing behind.
Her eyes were lifeless. Not because they had nothing left to see, but because they had seen too much.
The day her son was born, Mrs. Feroze felt a kind of happiness she had never known before. The moment she heard his first cry, tears of joy filled her eyes. She held him close, his tiny body warm against her chest, and in that instant, she knew her world had changed forever.
She counted his fingers, his toes, ran her fingers through his soft hair, and kissed his little hands. She couldn’t stop smiling. She wanted to hold him, protect him, and give him everything the world had to offer.
