Inside a dimly lit hut, my mother lies on a straw mat, breathing heavily. The flicker of an oil lamp casts shadows on the stone walls. The midwife kneels beside her, whispering words of comfort.

Suddenly, I am born, my first cry breaking the silence. The midwife quickly wraps me in a cloth and hands me to my mother. She holds me close, her eyes filled with relief and joy. Outside, the quiet village night continues, but inside, a new life has just begun.