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At the middle of night on
March19, 1969, my ex-wife, Jewell woke me up and said "It is time
to go". I knew someone is knocking on the door. But did not
dare to
ask, “Who is knocking on the door”! Impatiently, I got
ready and then we headed it to the hospital. The hospital, Wesley Long was located in the heart of Greensboro NC. . I
remember it was raining gently that night, but was quite and I was speeding like a maniac .
Having the first child, it is
an unforgettable and unexplainable blessing experiences. We had no ideas
about the gender- whoever it did not matter, we prayed to be just a
healthy baby.
During the course of the night
my heart was pounding and racing high. The level of my anxiety and
excitement was climbing up and down. I remember, I was pacing in the hallway of the
hospital back and forth -like a lost zumby. I was wondering about the
baby’s look, his personality and more--
I thought the clock was running
slowly. It was one of the out t passing times of my life. I was
exhausted due to my panicking nature. Finally in the corner of
visitor’s waiting room I passed out! Not long after a short nap, I felt
someone tapping in my shoulder and whispering “ Abbas Guess who is
here?” I saw the most beautiful little baby was wrapped in a blue
blanket and was wearing a cute blue hat.
The nurse handed the baby to
me. I felt someone granted me the golden key to the heaven. The beautiful
black eyes of his were wondering around. The sparks of his eyes was so revealing
. His sweet staring feature was so powerful that I felt my heart was
melted out. His natural baby
smell was so delightful and powerful that I thought the angels have sprayed him. I could
not believe to see how beautiful this baby was. I was stunned to discover
how creative God could be. I was touched to find out about the generosity
of God. I was amazed about God’s craftsmanship. I had tears in my eyes; I
was speechless for the inheriting such a priceless gift. I asked the nurse is my baby a
girl? The nurse smiled and replied - no silly “Is a Boy.” I could not
wait to take him home.
When I visited Jewell,
fortunately she was also doing well and was extremely exited. She wanted
to know what do we want to name the baby. When I went home, I was excited
so much that I was unable to sleep that night. I was looking forward to go
back to re-cherish again the arrival of my son.
Next, day when I visited my
brand new family, I suggested to Jewell to name him “Omid”. “Omid”
is one of the popular Persian name - it means "Wish",
"Hope". The reason I decided to name him Omid- I felt, I have
been waiting- waiting and wishing for so long to receive a precious gift
- finally my dream came through. After
34 years my feeling has not changed about him-- I still believe my Omid,- Is
the powers that he has sparked my life and allow my heart to beat!
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