The ticks in the clock gets strong and quicker. A mother somewhere has labour pains. The labour pains gets more painful after every tick. The moon is rising and spreading its rays through the curtains of the window. The last tick of the clock sounds both short and long arms pointing at twelve. A voice is heard and there a baby girl cries. That is Moran.
Those are just a few credentials about Moran’s birth. Here it is in details. Moran was born with mysterious aspects of life. Consisting of traditional, modern, Christian, or demonic. Moran was a surprise to the whole community. Unlike other babies, Moran just made one echoed cry, and next was suckling her mother, getting asleep then life continued. Moran’s Left fist was folded at birth. After going through cultural practices to open it,