My Sacrifice is worthless

The Ark of the House My Mother Pov 5

Gratitude unceasingly flowed into my mouth. God has made His way for me. May I be a true convert in His Way.

After marriage, my husband brought me to live with his parents. I have no objection at all because I can be devoted to them. I want to get love from parents I never had.

I paid my aunt a farewell. My brothers still live for a few days at aunt's house. They are very supportive of my choice at the moment.

"Originally you're happy, Deck. We always support whatever your decision is. May you always get along well with your husband" my brother said.

My second brother is married and has one daughter. May Allah be soon placed in my womb.

Here, I help my mother-in-law in the rubber garden, sometimes not. I don't want to be too tired because I have a husband and a household to take care of. When the durian season comes, I'll be waiting for their garden. Waiting one by one the fruits fell from the tree. My husband only works as a rubber farmer like the average person here.

One year of marriage, I finally got pregnant with our first child. What an immeasurable gift, there is life living in my womb. My husband is very happy and my father and mother-in-law are no exception. Ever since I was pregnant, my husband and in-laws have spoiled me a lot. I can't come with them to the garden and can't work hard according to them, just cook.

My mother-in-law wanted a grandchild. He really hopes that someday it will be useful and diligent like my husband. Another case with the husband and father-in-law, they accept whatever gender my son, which is important healthy.

"Mommy hopes, the first grandchild of the mother will be a boy in order to guide her younger siblings later," said the mother that afternoon.

"Yes ma'am, right said the father, the important healthy mother and child during the process of giving birth," continued my husband.

"Yes, I know. You just aspire to it, not wrong, right?" murmurings.

"Yes, I hope, Mom? But, whatever my future baby may be, I hope we all love him" I said in response to the wishes of the in-laws.

Without notice, 9 months have passed, just waiting for the day to give birth. Everything we have prepared, only the name remains, because it does not know whether my son is a boy or a girl.

At dawn, as usual, I woke up early to prepare my husband and in-laws. I don't know why my stomach feels heartburn, when I take it to the toilet I don't want to lose that heartburn. Every minute the heartburn will increase. Because I couldn't stand it, I woke up my husband, he looked confused. Mom came to check on me if it was time for me to give birth.

The birthmark is out. I really couldn't stand the pain, like my 20 bones would break. The pain is repeated, but it is not yet born. Until the coming of Maghrib then the sound of crying echoed throughout the house. I am so happy to see that innocent face. My husband and I cried to witness the evidence of God's power.

"Your daughter, Na. Healthy and fit weight," explained the mother, because it was the mother who helped me give birth. At first, I looked a little disappointed. But a moment later he laughed as he cleaned up my son. Then leave it to the husband to be convicted. It was my feeling to hear the voice of the Adhan from my husband for our son. May one day be a child of Sholeh and useful to anyone.

My little baby we named Ita, which means, The way of life is peaceful, free, happy and perfect. Hope Ita will grow up to be a strong child facing anything. Aamiins.