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 26th March 2014

‘Young at heart’ by The Bluebells reached number 1 exactly 21 years ago today. How do I know that?  It’s simple; I gave birth to my second born Junaed.

I remember clearly it was a sunny Friday afternoon just after Jumma prayers on the 26TH March 1993.

I was already making preparations for going into hospital but refused to walk in until I could not cope with the labour pains which had started earlier that morning.

Armed with my TENS machine which was well stuck on me I began to tick of my check list.

Unlike my first born where I was instructed not to inform anyone and was sneaked off to the hospital to have my baby girl, this time I made sure that my best friend Catherine was on standby, she had ample time to sort out her day and get to me pronto!

I merrily told my mum and my sisters that baby 2 was on its way and to be prepared to spend some time at Homerton hospital.

I spent most of my time in and out of a warm bath tub, dealing with contractions and walking around to ease the pain.

Fed Almass (first born) and put her in the picture of what was going to happen. Her dad (my X now) made sure that I did everything by the book and discouraged me to go to hospital until it was absolutely necessary.

As it was second time round for me I was in no hurry to go hospital as once you are in its hard to get out.

I had my first child with ease, initially anxious as I could not imagine what labour would be like plus with my X watching over me and annoyed with the fact that I took him away during a Liverpool footie game – the pressure was on. I remember him shouting ‘Stop shaking!’ F*** off came to mind but did not have the guts to say that.Once I was with the hospital staff I was OK and that labour was very orgasmic.

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So, with confidence and excitement I was so ready have baby 2 out, because baby 2 had given me a rough pregnancy.

Once I was at the hospital, the midwives and nurses welcomed me with open arms as it was clear I was not going to take any form of medication to ease pain. Just me and the TENS machine. They tried to give me gas but It just made me puke out a digestive biscuit I had eaten prior to going into the hospital.

Soon my mum and sisters were looking over me, bantering about the day’s events. Followed by my BFF Catherine, we all just wait for the arrival.

To this day my mum still says ‘Safirah is such a softy but when it comes to labour she makes it look so easy and painless.’ Junaed arrived at 22.50 with ease. ‘It’s a boy’ said the delivery nurse and I was delighted to hear that – one of each gender.

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Since then Junaed became his own person, somewhat quiet and reluctant to do anything other than his own – Very different from his sister who was easy to please. Junaed with no fault of his own sussed out quickly what was best for his own safety and kept out of any confrontation that would get him noticed.

His sister was a star child, confident and that was a hard act to follow. They grew up in a very difficult environment as their father could be an ogre at times so for Junaed he could hide behind his mother and sister and never felt the wrath.

That did have an impact on his early years and as parent I worried for him. But all I could do was support him as an individual and hope that one day he will smile and show confidence like his sister.

That day came when Junaed left secondary school at 16 and ventured into college. He suddenly blossomed in all aspects of his being socially, emotionally and physically.

The one moment that stands out for me is when we were at Highbury doing some shopping at The Armoury when I said to the boys ‘ Look there goes Arsene Wenger in his Lexus’ ‘Oh mum you are just seeing things’ they laughed.

I told them its best they start running towards the VIP members entrance and wait for my ‘Silver fox’ to come out of his car. As the car parked up a tall silver haired figure came out and I have never seen the boys and my daughter ran so fast!The day we met Arsene Wenger was the day I saw Junaed totally in his awe overwhelmed by his hero standing beside him.

Junaed has proved to be a special loving individual, he works hard, he does what he wants to do and as long as you leave him to his own devices he will come up trumps in his own way. Junaed seldom seeks help and advice but I know him well enough to subtly direct him in the way that is right for him.

Junaed is an ambitious boy and I hope that he will make something of himself; after all he is thinker and keeps his money very close to his chest. I cannot believe how the years have gone by it seems like only yesterday that he was running around with a milk bottle in his mouth.

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As a parent you do your best for your child, you give them all the right tools and guide them the best way, but sometimes you have to let them go and let them find their own way.

Whatever they do with the knowledge they have gained one thing I hope is that they do it with dignity and pride.

A mother will always be a mother but a son will be so many things and I hope that one day he will realise that a mother’s love is forever.

Happy birthday Junaed my ‘Warrior’ I am very proud of you Hope you have a fantastic day.

Love you always.

 Mum 
Ms Safirah Irani

Twitter@Safirah63

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* Junaed means Warrior (General of Baghad in the Quran)

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*** Young at Heart by the Bluebells   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6iqzi7N2Ds

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