When she held the baby on her lap, she took a deep breath and felt great joy. After her son Prince George's birth, now she also had a daughter. Queen Elizabeth, who remained on the throne the longest but is loved by everyone, named the baby “Charlotte”. This had been announced on the Royal Family's official Twitter account first, and then later on the world TV channels as breaking news. Now, the Duchess of Cambridge was going to hold her little daughter, Charlotte, in her arms, go outside to the balcony, and the nation, who was waiting in the garden of Kensington Palace, was going to salute the little princess.
One of the reasons why Catherine (Cate in short) felt excited was due to hearing that the Queen Mother was going to give her a 120-carat diamond necklace from the Victorian era as a gift for giving birth. She knew that the legendary queen of the British history, Queen Elizabeth II (1523-1604) wore the necklace. Now, the longer she dreamt about wearing that necklace, the more excited she became.
She didn't even think about what the Grandfather Prince Charles and Great Grandfather (the husband of Queen Elizabeth) was going to give to the little princess. She let herself in the flow of surprises.
The “Cate Fan Club” activities set up in Australia, Papua New Guinea and Canada for the mother exceeded the ones for the deceased Princess Diana. After the birth of the second child, the love towards Cate increased so much that even Google decided to celebrate the birthday with a special logo. BBC also gave the go ahead for a new documentary after Cate's second child.
While Cate breast-fed her baby under the control of servants and medical teams in her palace, the congratulatory addresses sent by other royal families in Europe were being read by touts. As a show of gratitude and thankfulness, on that day the British Royal Family organized a ritual in the churches.
The child was only one year old and was continuously crying. The mother had no milk in her breasts; the baby was crying out of hunger. The mother was both crying and praying in the lowermost storage of the rusty and dirty boat. The water of the Mediterranean Sea turned into an executioner and waves were hitting the sides of the boat like hungry wolves. As the baby continued to cry, the mother's panic was rising and since there was no milk, the baby was crying even more. They had travelled from Djibouti to Libya through enduring paths, and together with her husband, siblings and relatives, they've submitted themselves to the grasping hands of human traffickers. Now, in an unknown place, in the dark ship storage, they were going towards yet another unknown place. The baby continued crying. Mother Maria was reading all the prayers she knew from the Bible, and praying for the Holy Spirit to protect her baby. Since she couldn't eat anything for days, she couldn't produce milk; her breasts had clung on her ribs and looked like deflated balloons.
The waters of the Mediterranean Sea had sunk its teeth into the deck of the ship in the darkest hour of the night, which was when the sky exploded like a bomb.
There was no light in the mother's eyes. She wasn't speaking nor crying. She was constantly looking at the same spot and murmuring under her breath. As if she couldn't hear the sounds of Quran readings and prayers in the house. She only looked at a certain spot and was tottering lightly. Her sibling, aunt-in-law and father were constantly crying around her; however, they were trying not to have her feel it.
As the sounds of bombings increased outside, the family was panicking; however, Mother Hadija was giving no response. Only she knew the storm within her. “My God, please let one of the barrel bombs, which killed my baby, land on me. My baby is so small; I don't want to leave my baby alone in that grave. My baby will be scared.”
