As I write this story, one of my closest friends— the mother of the luggage baby— is about to give birth to the third addition to her family. I could not be more excited, and send her my best.

It was a peaceful Saturday evening, and my weekly hang-out session with one of my besties was about to commence (Saturday evenings were a staunchly time-honored tradition for the two us)! That afternoon, we had acquired some great food and were now sitting down to discuss anything and everything that had been on our minds that week, all over a splendid evening meal. The night wore on, with much laughter and mirth from the two of us; but, something was amiss…

Abdulrahim! Quite quickly, we realized we hadn’t heard from one of her boys, Abdulrahim, for a while. So, we start calling:

“Abdulrahim!!”

“Abdulrahim??”

“Where are you?”

I had just returned from a trip recently and had left my luggage strewn about. If I had remembered this fact, it would have saved us a lot of trouble. But alas! We looked high and low for Abdulrahim, but he was nowhere to be found. We were starting to worry when we noticed that the suitcase lying the middle of the living room was squirming and inching its way across the floor. Small and quiet chuckles resonated from its depths.

We knelt down and began to unzip the suitcase, as loud laughter rose up from within. We open up that case, and what do we find?…but small Abdulrahim curled up, buckling in fits of laughter! So naturally, I zippered him right back up, leaving a bit of the case open for air, and rolled him around my house as if he was my luggage!

Friends, Abdulrahim was the Luggage Baby that night. And what a night it was.