Ritaj Ibrahim

Somewhere on this planet, I was born on a winter day in January. Most of people hear stories from their parents or family members about how they weighed too much as newborns or how their actual "birthday" was, I never have, never well I guess. All I know, it was the fifth of January. A date. and somehow I grew up to love birthdays so much that I would celebrate my birthday enthusiastically every single year, I mean my birthdays are HOLY! My dad never missed any of my birthdays, actually he made it a wholesome celebration that never failed to impress me more every year, I remember when everyone used to gather and neighbors, distant family members and all the faces that I can't distinct now as memories are fading too fast. All I can remember for sure is that my birthday was Holy, and so I make it still. But however my parents never told me stories about how I came to this planet.. no details what so ever! Honestly I never cared less to ask too but they NEVER mentioned a...