New born babies were not cute.

And neither was the tiny piece cr- life that Saba was holding on her chest, whilst Bilal cooed over it.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Bilal asked more to himself than me.

I nodded complacently, not wanting to offend the new parents, and hoped with all my heart that the child would be chubby enough in a couple of months time to be deemed cute.

Unless Saba puts him on a juice diet.

"Nila, could you take a picture of us?" My brother-in-law requested.

"Absolutely not!" Saba exclaimed. "I'd much rather die than have evidence of me in such state out in the world."

"Jaan, I assure you look fine." Bilal tried to plead.

I wondered if he was blind or something, for even I had to admit that ten hours of labour, screaming, anesthesia and sweat mixed with the hideous hospital gown made my gorgeous cousin look...disgusting.

"No." Saba said. "I'm not taking the picture. Now, you hold the baby Bilal and Nila, grab my make up bag and take me to the bathroom."

"Why?" I frowned.

"Amjad and his family are coming." She said. "I must prepare."

Oh, God.

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Can you guys even remember who Amjad is?