"Little Snowdrop"

The world may never notice
If a Snowdrop doesn't bloom,
Or even pause to wonder
If the petals fall too soon.

But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way
For all of eternity.

The little one we longed for
Was swiftly here and gone.
But the love that was then planted
Is a light that still shines on.

And though our arms are empty,
Our hearts know what to do.
Every beating of our hearts
Says that we love you.

- Author Unknown - 

 This memorial website was created in the memory of our daughter, Jannat Moaeed who was born in Sharoe Green Hospital, Preston on June 16, 2007 and passed away few hours later on June 17, 2007. We will remember her forever.

Jannat was born at 23:30 on the 16th June 2007. Although, she had recently been diagnosed with ARPKD as her parents we always hoped for the best. We had been warned that without sufficient lung capacity, the doctors may not even be able to resuscitate her and so the first half an hour was a very tense time. The doctors managed to get her on the life support machine and then took her away into the ICU for some tests.

A few moments later we went to meet her for the first time. Our angel looked so beautiful and even though she was six weeks early, she looked perfect. As her Mummy spoke to her, she grasped her finger and opened her eyes. A short while later the pediatrician came back with the x-ray results and along with the data on the life support machine gave us the news that every parent dreads to hear.

She wouldn't make it till the morning and so in order to let her pass away as gracefully as we could we decided to turn off the life support and free her from all the tubes. Although we felt alone, we also had the support of our close family who all came to the hospital as soon as they got the news. Before the machines were turned off, everyone got a chance to see, speak to and touch Jannat.

She then spent the last hour, in her mother and father's arms. She looked so sweet, so innocent, so peaceful and just so happy whilst she slowly fell asleep forever.

We spent the rest of the morning and most of the next day with her besides us. We even gave her a bath and bought her a special frock form the shop at the hospital, which when she wore made her look like the most beautiful doll in the world, ever.

Jannat was laid to rest peacefully the next day in a dedicated new children’s area in the Chorley cemetery. Her neighbours being two twins who had passed away months earlier, born prematurely at about 22 weeks.

We'd spent the last few months thinking up names for our children. Although we had never agreed on a boys name, there was no doubt in either of our minds that if we had a girl we would name her Jannat, meaning "Heaven" or "Paradise". Before Jannat was born we used to call the baby "Himo" because he or she was a little bit of Hina and a little bit of Moaeed .

The night she was due to be buried her daddy saw a dream where he met a pious friend who had passed away a few years earlier. There was no doubt that this man had gone to paradise and so with tears in his eyes her daddy asked him to look after his daughter. No doubt, he will keep the twins in check  and look after her whilst she waits for us. Her name couldn't have suited her better.

Even though the days go by and we forget all other things, neither of us can forget the time we spent with our daughter. Although we lost our child, under the circumstances Allah gave us the best few hours with our daughter we could have asked for. Why we had to lose our first child is difficult to understand, but we're sure Allah knows what’s best for us.

We regularly see things on a daily basis that tear us apart inside. We long to hold our angel in our arms and cuddle her one more time, but we can't. We long to buy her gifts or talk to her yet we can't. We long to hear her cry, or laugh or even smile yet we can't. These things are difficult to understand and we probably never will. Every night when we close our eyes we pray a silent prayer that tonight we will play with our baby Jannat in our dreams.

We hope to have other children soon, but none will fill that gap in our hearts that was left by our Angel.

Mummy and Daddy miss you Jannat. 

 A Child that loses a parent is an orphan,
A Man who loses his wife is a widower,
A Woman who loses her husband is a widow,
There is no name for a parent that loses a child,
For there is no word to describe the pain. 

"What makes a mother"

I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today.
I asked what makes a mother
And I know I heard Him say.

A mother has a baby
This we know is true.
But God can you be a mother
When your baby's not with you?

Yes, you can He replied
With confidence in His voice
I give many women babies
When they leave is not their choice.

Some I send some for a lifetime
And others for a day.
And some I send to feel your womb
But there's no need to stay.

I just don't understand this, God
I want my baby here.

I wish I could show you
What your child is doing today,
If you could see your child smile
With other children and say,

We go to Earth to learn our lessons
Of love, life and fear.
My mummy loved me oh so much
I got to come straight here.

I feel so lucky to have a mum
Who had so much love for me
I learnt my lesson very quickly
My mummy set me free.

I miss my mummy oh so much
But I visit her each day.
When she goes to sleep
on her pillow's where I lay.

I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek
And whisper in her ear,
"Mummy don't be sad today
I am your baby and I am here."

So you see my dear sweet one
Your child is Okay
Your baby's here in My home
And this is where she'll stay.

She'll wait for you with Me
Until your lesson is through.
And on the day that you come home
She'll be at the gates for you.

So you see what makes a mother
It's the feeling in your heart.
It's the love you had so much of
Right from the very start.

Though some on Earth
May not realise you are a mother,
Until their time is done
They'll be up here with Me one day
And you know you are the best one!

~Jennifer Wasik~

"Dear Daddy"

A gift for you on Father's Day
What on Earth could it be?
I know the gift you really want,
Is once again, to have me

Or perhaps the gift of understanding,
To understand a senseless loss.
I am sorry, my dearest Daddy,
But for those gifts,
You must talk to the Boss.

The gifts that I can give today,
Are memories, both sad and sweet,
From the touch of your hand on my mummy's tummy,
To my tiny little feet.

Remember the joy you felt inside,
When you found out you'd be my daddy?
The great big smile upon your face,
You were over the moon,
You were so happy.

Remember when you felt me move,
The wonder and love you'd feel?
Remember it today daddy,
I might just help you heal.

Remember the times when you prayed to me,
And the moments we had shared.
Remember my little hands,
And the colour of my hair.

I love you dearest daddy,
You know that this is true,
Just keep your memories of me alive,
And I will always live in you!

~Authour unknown~

"My Mom is a Survivor"

My Mom is a survivor,
or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.

I watch her lay awake at night
and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand.

But like the sands on the beach
that never wash away ...
I watch over my surviving Mom
who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others...
a smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door
I see tears flowing from her eyes.

My Mom tries to cope with death;
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows
it is her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving Mom
through Heaven's open door ...
I try to tell her that angels
protect me forevermore!

I know that doesn't help her,
or ease the burden she bears.
So, if you get a chance, go visit her.
Show her that you care.

For no matter what she says ...
no matter what she feels.
My surviving Mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal.

"My Dad is a Survivor"

My dad is a survivor too
which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse
that helps you cross a stormy sea.

But, I walk with my dad each day
to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others;
He cries when no one's around.

I watch him sit up late at night
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
and wishes he could understand.

My dad is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all!
But, there are times when he needs to cry...
Please be there when he falls.

Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
And tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.

Now, as I watch over my precious dad
from the Heavens up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor...
And, I can still feel his love.


~Kaye Des'Ormeaux~