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Pains of Birth

ultrasound image of a foetus
He screams. He cries. He tries to see through but sees nothing. 
A cold sensation spreads over his skin. Chilling matter goes through his wide open mouth and stings his lungs before he exhales again another scream. 
Giant creatures standing there scare him. They are unproportionally bigger than anything that could fit in the world he was living in till very recently. His world was comfortably dark, cozy and warm. Constantly fed through the cord tied to his belly, he didn't even have to worry about chewing anything but his thumb. 
He cries as the will to go back to his comfort zone, fails him. 
Those giants were holding him and anyway, he couldn't move in this totally new, unknown world. 
New rules apply. He has no idea what's ahead, and he doesn't know whether he should trust, or not, the new nature, the new present, the new valiants tutors. 
So he screams. 
He kicks. 
He waves his fists around in all directions. 
Little did he know that nothing is up to his will, or almost so. 
Lights forbid him from seeing, and his eyes are not yet taught to see the images, let alone to understand them. 
He cries. 
He's cold. Lonely. He knows not what is the time or the place. He knows not what is "future". Past was everything. 
He screams. 
His scream fills the room -bigger than his biggest world but smaller than his smallest dream. 
The world moves and now revolves only around him, he who knows nothing about this. His biggest adventure is about to start, the way to another long journey is being paved as he cries. Everyone around but him knows that amid those screams and cries, a new life has just started. A magical event close to miracles, marks the jump he's making to the unknown. 
That's the miracle of Birth, of the New Life.

Author: Mohamed Ansaihi
Personal website and portfolio: https://www.ansaihi.com
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