Her beautiful recitation, transported me to about two hours after she was born. My husband, who delivered her, and had just finished storing her umbilical cord to be buried later. Jannah was born in the wee hours of the night and now the morning sun streamed through our bedroom windows. Ibrafall wanted to check on us and see how we were doing. I told him he did not need to check on Jannah because I had been listening to her hum for several minutes. I had never heard a newborn child hum and truth be told, you can still catch Jannah humming to herself on any given day.