Hasha

In the dimly lit room, a baby girl named Hasha rests peacefully, swaddled in a soft blue blanket adorned with delicate white and pink flowers. Her cherubic face, framed by a few wisps of hair, is serene until her eyes flutter open, revealing a world of innocence and wonder. A gentle cry escapes her lips, a call for her mommy that tugs at your heartstrings. In that moment, you feel an overwhelming urge to protect and cherish this tiny life, to be the source of comfort and love she so desperately seeks.