So, I decided to start things off with the Skript contest, by putting one of my writings! Here is Ilham in labor :)

Just a reminder, to check out question 147 of Ask SAJMRA to see the prompts and the guidelines for the Skript contest! I look forward to seeing what ya'll can come up with !

Ilham: *vigorously shaking Hisham's shoulder* Hisham! Hisham! Hisham! HISHAM!

Hisham: *opening his eyes slowly* Ilham, I told you already that we are out of chocolate! I will go in the morning In Sha Allah.

Ilham: *shaking her head* No! That's not it!

Hisham: *pulling the blanket up to his neck and closing his eyes* you ate the last of the ice cream before bed remember?

Ilham: Hishaaaaaaaaaaam! My water just broke!

Hisham: *his eyes flying open* what?!

Ilham: *nodding* yes! The baby is coming!

Hisham: Ya Allah! *he jumps out of the bed, and starts to get dressed, pausing as he looks at Ilham who looks like she is doing a mini dance in the middle of the room* Ilham! What are you doing?!

Ilham: *who is still dancing* I am doing my warm up exercises!

Hisham: *rolling his eyes* will you just get dressed?!

Ilham: Okay okay! Somebody is grumpy!

*IN THE CAR*

Ilham: Hisham, do you really think giving birth hurts as much as they say it does?

Hisham: *squeezing her hand* I don't know habibti. I hope it doesn't hurt for your sake.

Ilham: *studying Hisham* Well, it's a good thing you don't have a big head!

*Hisham shakes his head in amusement, and a few minutes later, they arrive at the hospital. They quickly get Ilham checked in, and by the time they have her situated in her room, Amir and Yusra have arrived, followed by Hana, Hisham's mom, and Ilham's mom.*

Yusra: *who is holding up a video camera* Ilham! Say hi!

Ilham: *who is grinning widely* hi!

Hana: Wow MashaAllah Ilham! You look great!

Ilham: Ya know, I thought this would be so much worse! But I haven't even...*she pauses quickly putting her hands on her stomach* ooh. Oh no! Oh my God!

Hisham: *sitting next to her* Ilham?

Ilham: I'm having a contraction!

Yusra: Is it really bad?

Ilham: Well, it's not as bad as I thought it would be!

*FIVE MINUTES LATER*

*Everyone has been ushered out of the room, leaving only Ilham, Hisham, the doctor, and the nurse*

Ilham: YA ALLAH! OH MY GOD! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I'M DYING! I'M DYING! THERE IS NO WAY I WILL SURVIVE THIS!

Doctor: Okay Ilham, on the next contraction we are going to need you to push!

Ilham: *shaking her head* I can't! I can't do it! WHY!? WHY?!

Hisham: *who is pushing her hair back from her face* honey, just breathe. Remember what you learned in class!

Ilham: *glaring at him* You! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU DID THIS TO ME!

Doctor: *looking at Hisham in amusement and whispering so Ilham can't hear* it's probably better if you just let her say whatever she wants.

Hisham: *nodding* Okay.

Ilham: I HATE YOU!

Hisham: I know. I'm so sorry.

Ilham: DON'T 'I'M SORRY' ME! I SHOULD HAVE NEVER LET YOU NEAR ME! I SHOULD HAVE MADE YOU SLEEP ON THE COUCH! NO! THE COUCH IS TOO GOOD FOR YOU! YOU WILL HAVE TO SLEEP ON THE BALCONY! IN THE COLD!

Hisham: Can I at least have a sleeping bag?

Ilham: NO! *she groans* THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU! YOU AND YOUR BROWN HAIR AND BROWN EYES AND MUSCULAR CHEST!

Hisham: I'm sorry honey.

Ilham: AND YOUR DIMPLES! *she points at him angrily* CURSE YOUR DIMPLES! I ALWAYS THOUGHT DIMPLES WERE A GOOD THING, BUT YOU USED THEM FOR EVIL! EVIL!

Doctor: okay Ilham, we need you to push in 3...2...1

Ilham: OH MY GOD! I CAN'T! I CAN'T HANDLE THISSSSSSSSSSSS! *she looks at Hisham* YOU ARE NEVER TOUCHING ME AGAIN! YOU ARE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO BECOME A MONK BECAUSE YOU ARE NEVER GETTING ANY ACTION FROM ME FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Doctor: Keep pushing dear!

Ilham: *shaking her head* I can't! I can't! AHHH!

Hisham: It's okay habibti. You're almost there!

Ilham: GET AWAY FROM ME WITH THOSE DIMPLES!

Hisham: *taking a step back* okay

Ilham: *whining* wait! Where are you going!? Come back!

Hisham: *laughing, and sitting next to her again* I'm here habibti.

Ilham: *clinging to him* I'm sorry for yelling at you. I really do love you and your chest and your dimples!

Hisham: I know honey. I love you too!

Ilham: *she starts to cry again* IM SORRY HISHAM!

Hisham: It's okay Ilham! It's okay sweetie! You have a right to be emotional!

Ilham: EMOTIONAL! I AM TRYING TO PUSH YOUR HUGE HEADED CHILD OUT OF ME AND YOU ARE CALLING ME EMOTIONAL!?

Hisham: Uhhh....

Doctor: Ilham! I can almost see him! One more big push!

Ilham: HISHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*TEN MINUTES LATER*

*Ilham and Hisham are sitting on the hospital bed, and Ilham is holding the tiny little bundle in her arms.*

Ilham: Isn't he so beautiful MashaAllah?!

Hisham: *smiling as the baby wrapped his fist around Hisham's finger* Yes he is MashaAllah.

Ilham: *looking up at Hisham with tears in her eyes* He looks just like me!

Hisham: *laughing* yes he does!

Ilham: *tracing a finger over the baby's face* Look, he has dimples just like his Baba! I hope he uses them for good instead of evil.

Hisham: How did I use my dimples for evil?!

Ilham: *pointing at the baby* how else did he get here!?

Nurse: *coming over* do we have a name?

Hisham: *Looking at Ilham* it's your call baby.

Ilham: Yes. His name is Dawud Hisham Ismail.

*the nurse quickly writes the baby's name down, before putting an ID bracelet on his leg, and one on Ilham and Hisham's wrists.*

Nurse: Is it okay if we take him to clean him up?

Ilham: *nodding* okay. *she hands the baby over, and leans into Hisham, dabbing at her eyes*

Hisham: *putting an arm around her* I'm so proud of you.

Ilham: I'm proud of me too.

Hisham: Can you believe we are parents now Alhamdulillah!?

Ilham: *shaking her head* it doesn't seem real yet!

Hisham: I know. *he looks down at her mischievously* so, were you serious about me having to sleep on the balcony without a sleeping bag?

Ilham: *blushing slightly* No.

Hisham: Good!

Ilham: You can sleep on the couch!

Hisham: *rolling his eyes* Gee, thanks. And do I still have to become a monk?

Ilham: *she looks up at him, and pulls his face down, kissing him on the lips* No. But only because you know I can't resist those dimples!

Hisham: *smiling really big, both dimples surfacing* I'll try to use them for good instead of evil.

*Ilham laughs, and kisses him again*

Ilham: I love you Baba.

Hisham: *smiling and kissing her back* I love you more Mama.