I did not have time to write a take ... but I did want to open a new discussion thread
The Ruqaiyya factor
I know - nobody is liking Ruq's "take a child" wish. The issue more than the "take a child" is the fact that we know Ruqaiyya never truly expressed a want to be a mother ... but MUZ. If the Ruqaiyya who met Jalal today, was the real Ruqaiyya , perhaps I would not have been so upset- but upset nonetheless.
The one good thing is, with this "take a child", Ruqaiyya will have to take care of Jodha. So, we know Jodha and her baby are at least safe for now.
But, sadly even fate knew Ruqaiyya was not ready to be a mother, as the twins will not be there ... and she will also likely lose Jalal completely because of this
But, I would wait to see how it plays out - Jalal was not for it up to today or else Ruqaiyya would not be asking for justice. Did you notice how he clenched his fists in the DEK?
And Jodha, more means, sharing the child as a joint responsibility ... not giving it up. BTW I even liked her "Aap Yahan?" today as her face lighted up in happiness and there was not a question on it.
When the child sharing happens- hopefully, there is a time clause in it and hopefully a counter-clause from Jalal on how it would impact Jalal-Ruqaiyya's relationship. Or just trying banning her from hukkah, she may back-off! 😆
A few thoughts on motherhood
Motherhood is a beautiful experience and only Jodha-Jalal understand its depths. The thing is we know Ruqaiyya will never feel it ... but we know, Jodha always will.
I wanted to share my favorite Rabindranath Tagore ... beautifully describes a Mother's feelings to her newborn.
I had to blank out a few words as I am not sure it was allowed on the forum. Please google it - it is beautiful! I actually thought it was very apt for Jodha.
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The Beginning
By Rabindranath Tagore
"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked its mother.
She answered, half crying, half laughing, and clasping thebaby to her b----t-
"You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling.
You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with
clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made the unmade
you then.
You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship
I worshipped you.
In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my
mother you have lived.
In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have
been nursed for ages.
When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered
as a fragrance about it.
Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow
in the sky before the sunrise.
Heaven's first darling, twain-born with the morning light, you
have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you
have stranded on my heart.
As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong
to all have become mine.
For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my b----t. What
magic has snared the world's treasure in these slender arms of
mine?"
Thoughts ? Share away. And of course, the likes. 😆
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