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When they are born, you are born. A fat baby owning big black eyes with no visible iris. A black, messy bird's nest sits atop their head, the whole bloody body writhing and screaming unintelligibly.\n\nYou are able to tune into their thoughts.\n\n//No! No! No!// they keep screaming internally, matching the constant external screams. They have been ripped apart from their mother, who is now wiping the sweat and tears from her tan-coloured face. \n\nA short, pale man sits beside her, lightly tapping her hand. "That's our little girl," he says about the baby. You see dark circles under his eyes. The baby will not stop screaming. You can tell he is gritting his teeth.\n\nThe mother closes her eyes. The nurses are cleaning her up; she doesn't move a muscle. Her eyes open up every time the baby stops screaming, but that is always short lived.\n\n//No! No!// the child keeps repeating, in sounds a developed human cannot understand.\n\n[[Try to soothe the child|Soothe]].\n[[Make the child shut up, for their parents' sakes|Shut up]].\n[[Do nothing.|Nothing]].
You attempt to stroke the baby's hair to comfort them. They have gone through quite an ordeal. Unfortunately, they keep screaming because they cannot feel your touch or your low humming - though you can hear them, feel them, and see them clearly, even their thoughts.\n\n[[Enough of that|Three]].
Angels, made of light, are subservient to Allah and the Prophet's message alone.\nHumans, made of clay, have free will and the love of Allah.\nDjinn, depending on the folklore, can be neutral, evil, good, or completely unconcerned with human life.\n\nWhich one are [[you|Two]]?
The baby cries itself hoarse, even while in the incubator. The father goes to sleep, and the mother also. Everyone is too tired to act, so maybe what you did was right.\n\n[[Maybe?|Three]].
As you cling to their back, you reach over and shove your hands into their mouth. They do not stop crying. You can feel them, hear them, and sense their thoughts, but you physically have no effect on them.\n\n[[Damn|Three]].