Go Ahead Mami Breathe Again Novels & Stories

His mother lay still, her breathing labored, lips dry. “Mama... I’m back. I got something big today. Might be able to trade it for meds.” No answer. He knelt by her side, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. Her skin burned with fever. Her chest heaved in short bursts like her lungs were running from something she couldn’t outrun. “Hey... hey, I’m here. Just breathe. I’m here now.” She stirred slightly, eyelids fluttering, but her voice was barely a rasp. “Tunde...?”, “Yeah, it’s me. I got something. Something important.”

“You’re going to be alright.” I tried to focus but it was hard. “Just breathe,” she said again. Yes, I had heard the voice before. I had heard it thousands of times before! My consciousness returned and I opened my eyes wide. My mother’s soothing voice murmured in my ear, like a whisper through the wind. “That’s right, baby. Just breathe.”

“Will you let me know when you are ready? Talk to me?” Gabi nodded. “OK, then.” Maria held her hand tighter, and Gabi tightened her grip too. “You want to be quiet now? Just breathe?” And of all the things in the world that Maria could have said at that moment, this was the most perfect… she somehow knew that all Gabi could handle right now was breathing. Taking deep, unrestricted breaths in the open air and the sun. Taking them without fear that the next one may be her last, without worrying that she’d just depleted her meagre reserve even more. Gabi needed to start to accept that the very thing keeping her alive was no longer killing her. It was safe to breathe now.

My heart beats so fast and im running out of breath. "Ah-ah! Na-na. Ahhhhh!" I screamed. //Bless you! 🥰

I could feel a cool breeze against my cheek as I uttered the words. Kwa dunia, kwa hewa, kwa maji na moto. Kwa hivyo ninakualika ewe mama yangu. Kwa dunia, kwa hewa, kwa maji na moto. Kwa hivyo ninakukaribisha kwangu. Kwa hivyo nguvu yako inijie mimi na kuniongoza. Louder, my voice arose, calling out to my mother's spirit and inviting her power to blend with mine. I repeated the chant over and over again until finally me hands began to itch.

Finally, I took a deep breath and smiled a little bit. "I am feeling okay now, baby. Don't worry about Mommy, okay? I love you so much, my little angel." . C.M. LOUDEN

Prince Fahad slowly blink his eyes as he set them again on his Mami, what could he ever do without this woman in his life, he can only pray to Allah to grant her all her wishes and give her Aljanatul Firdausi. "Do you understand me" her voice brought him out of his thoughts. He gaze at her as his face stretch to a smile then slowly lay his head on her shoulders and said. "I love you my Mami". Mami chuckles as she ran her hand on his back, just like the way she use to when he was younger."I love you too my boy" she mumbles. ****

You’re hot, ain’t you? She nods, gasping, shuddering, writhing, and moaning. And although I can smell that she wants to go. She nervously declines, stuttering. “Y.. yeah I’m h.. hot bu.. t we have tttime to.. night fo.. r all t.. hat.” 'Are you okay, Mami?' She shyly mindlinks me, ′I’m still a little.. sore from early.′ Oh shit, real talk? ′That was just the head, Babe.′ She pouts then sighs, looking dreadful. ′I know...′ Damn, I knew she wasn’t ready to handle me yet. I gently lay my forehead on hers, rocking her side to side, to cheer her up. 'It's alright, Mami. There's no rush, okay?' She nods, hugs my neck, and whispers. "Okay, Papi."

I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe. Your mommy is with the angels. I’m sorry Teagan, your daddy was killed! It plays on a loop. The lid on my emotions has been blown off. I can’t think, I can’t breathe. All I can hear is the screams of Sarah, my mamma, my daddy! I scream again.

But the pain is still there, pulsing through my body. My mother instructs me to breathe deeply and count to ten, over and over again. "Inhale," she says, her voice soft but commanding. "Exhale." I follow her instructions, my body starting to relax ever so slightly. The pain becomes a little more bearable, and I feel a sense of calm beginning to wash over me. "You're doing great," my mother says, her smile warm and reassuring. I feel a rush of gratitude for her, for her strength and her presence.