Profile: Nariman a.k.a Putri

Wherever the wind blows :), Singapore
I'm a Jack of all Trades. But a Master of None. However, my primary passion is in Teaching. I'm very expressive with my emotions .... hence ... I'm no good in a poker game :) Love all the romanticism that life can offer. Love my family, my one and ONLY. Last but not least my surrogate family my baby Princess and Chomelanggun.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Can I see my baby?

Can I see my baby? the happy new mother asked.When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face,she gasped.The baby had been born without ears.Time proved that baby's hearing was perfect.It was only his appearance that was marred When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms,she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.He blurted out the tragedy.A boy,a big boy called me a freak.He grew up,handsome for his misfortune.A favorite with his fellow students,he might have been class president,but for that He developed a gift,a talent for literature and music.But you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.The boy's father had a session with the family physician Could nothing be doneI believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears,if they could be procured"the doctor decided..

Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man.One day,his father said to the son,You're going to the hospital,son.Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need.The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.One day,he asked his father,Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? , "but the agreement was that you are not to know...not yet. "said the father" The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come. One of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears. "Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," his father whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they"?

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