Janabe AliAlAkbar(as), The most beautiful son of ImamHussainع who resembled ProphetMohammedع
It was customary for those Arabs who were hospitable to light a fire at nights on their rooftops or on a hill to let any guests or lost travelers know that if they went there, they would be welcomed and served. Anyone who approached Medina during the night, could see a fire burning from afar; a big fire. Ali Akbar (a.s.) would add enough firewood to the fire of his hospitality so that every guest or poor person could easily spot it.
And why shouldn’t he have done that if he were the most similar of all people to the Prophet? .
(Translated from ‘The Stories of Karbala’; Book 2, by Mehdi Ghezeli)
Ali goes into labor and ash is out of town for a game bit makes it in time
Orlando Pride was set to play the Red Stars this coming
weekend in Chicago. Ashlyn was still uneasy about her decision to go due to
Ali’s pregnancy, but when your team is playing against Christen Press, you need
your starting keeper.
“Babe I’m sure it will be fine. Just go. You and I both know
the team needs you,” Ali tells Ash for the millionth time.
“But what if it happens?” Ashlyn whines. “It would kill me
to miss it.”
“Ashlyn the game is Sunday morning and you fly back right
after. I’m not due until Wednesday. I’m sure this little guy will still be in
here when you get back,” Ali says while rubbing her stomach.
Ashlyn sighed. “Fine, I guess I’ll go. Just know I’m not too
happy about it.”
Friday afternoon Ali drops Ashlyn off at the airport to meet
up with the rest of the team. Ashlyn wanted to spend as much time with her girl
as she could.
“Call me when you land okay babe?” Ali breathes out, her
face tucked in Ash’s neck.
“I always do. Call me if anything happens and I’ll check my
phone at halftime during the game. Wow, I hate leaving you. It never gets
easier. I love you so much Alex,” Ash tells her and bends down to Ali’s
stomach, “and you, little dude, better stay nice and cozy in there for a few
more days.” Ashlyn stands back up and gives Ali another hug and a chaste kiss
on the lips. “Bye love.”
“Bye Ash. I love you,” Ali says with a shaky breath and a
few tears in her eyes.
Ashlyn grabs her luggage and wheels it through the doors to
find her team as Ali gets back into Ashlyn’s jeep and drives away.
To say Ali was lonely Saturday was an understatement. The
house felt too big and too quiet without Ashlyn there. All she wanted to do was
curl up and watch stupid shark shows all day with her girl. Instead, Ali
settled for laying in their bed wearing one of Ashlyn’s UNC sweatshirts and
cuddling with the stuffed shark Ashlyn got for her at the beginning of season
when they realized Ali wouldn’t be able travel with Ashlyn to away games. It
took Ali forever to fall asleep that night because she was just too excited to
watch Ashlyn play the next day.
Sunday morning, Ali got up, called Ashlyn to tell her good
luck, took a shower, and got ready to watch Ashlyn’s game. She even did her makeup
because she wanted to look good for the selfie she was going to send Ashlyn of
her in front of the tv watching the game.
Five minutes before kickoff, Ali made her way to the living
room. As she was turning on the tv, Ali felt something running down her leg.
“Oh fuck,” she breathed. “No no no no no. Not now.” She
fumbled with the remote trying to turn the tv off and frantically grabbed her
phone. She dialed Ashlyn’s number whispering “pick up, pick up” over and over
again. “Fuck!” Ali yelled as she got Ashlyn’s voicemail. She quickly typed out
a text to Kyle and her mom saying “water broke, leaving to hospital now” and
instantly got a reply from her mother saying she was on her way. Miami was
three hours away from Orlando so she would hopefully make it in time.
Ali grabbed the Jeep keys and made her way outside. Luckily
for her, Ali’s thoughtful wife had suggested keeping Ali’s bag in the back of
the Jeep. On the drive to the hospital, Ali used the car’s Bluetooth feature to
continually call Ashlyn’s phone, but got her voicemail every time.
After she arrived at the hospital and as out in a room,
Ali’s doctor came in and determined she was not yet dilated. All there was left
to do now was wait. After trying to call Ash about 10 more times she typed out
a text, “in labor, get your ass here asap. Love you.”
Meanwhile, at her game, Ashlyn was killing it! Christen
Press was taking shots left and right, but Ashlyn managed to reach the ball
just in time to prevent her from scoring. The ref blew his whistle to signal
the half and both teams made their way to the locker room.
As the team gathered around to listen to Tom’s speech, Ash
opened her locker to check her phone.
“Oh my God,’ she breathed when she saw the numerous calls
and text messages from Ali, Deb, and Kyle. “Ali’s in labor. I have to go,”
Ashlyn started to panic.
“Come on Ash I’ll help you,” one of the trainers, Sarah,
said while getting out her phone to call an Uber.
By this time, the rest of the team had their phones out
looking for a flight home for Ash.
“I got one!” exclaimed Aubrey, “It leaves in an hour. You
can make it!”
Ashlyn was quickly gathering as much of her stuff as she
could and changing out of her cleats. “Book it.”
“Uber will be here in ten minutes Ash,” Sarah informed.
Ashlyn barely made it to the airport in time to board her
flight. As she found her seat and sat down, she remembered she never text Ali
back. She quickly typed, “I’m on my way babygirl. I’ll be there soon. I love
you so much, Alexandra.”
The entire flight Ashlyn was anxiously bouncing her leg.
Thank goodness the game was only in Chicago and not Portland. And thank
goodness Alanna offered to bring all of her luggage home so she only had to
deal with a small carry-on.
After hastily collecting her carry-on and hailing a cab,
Ashlyn was running through the hospital lobby to the front desk. “My wife is in
labor! Ali Krieger-Harris! Did I miss it?! Am I too late?!”
“Calm down ma’am,” the young woman behind the desk told her
while typing on her computer. “No you haven’t missed it. Take this up to the
third floor and one of the nurses there will help you find the room,” the woman
said while handing Ashlyn a visitor’s pass.
Ashlyn quickly made her way to the elevators, but got
impatient waiting for one. She opened the door to the stairwell and began to
run up the stairs two at a time. Once on the third floor, Ashlyn found a nurse
to take her to Ali’s room.
“She’s almost ready to start pushing,” the nurse told her as
they approached the door. “She keeps talking about you,” she said with a smile
while holding the door open.
As Ashlyn entered the room she immediately locked eyes with
Ali who gave her a tired smile.
“Hi my love,” Ashlyn greeted while grabbing Ali’s hand.
“You made it.”
“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss it,” Ashlyn smiled.
“Okay Ali push on three. One, two, three,” the doctor
Ashlyn took a peak between her wife’s legs and was able to
see the baby beginning to crown. It was terrifying and incredible all at once.
“Ashlyn Michelle Harris, I know you did not just look at my
vagina with a baby’s head coming out of it. We talked about this,” Ali said
while giving her wife the look.
“I’m sorry love, but you’re just so incredible,” Ashlyn said
with a big grin.
“Yeah yeah you’re just lucky I love you,” Ali replied
After a good hour of Ali pushing and Ashlyn whispering her
encouragements, they finally heard their baby boy cry. This caused Ashlyn to
immediately burst into tears of happiness as she gathered Ali in her arms.