The Womb Whisper

In the gentle rhythm of the womb, two unborn twins debated the unknown. One feared the end. The other believed it was a beginning. Wrapped in love they couldn’t yet see, they waited — one anxious, one trusting — both held by something greater.

Two babies floated quietly in the warmth of the womb.The world, to them, was soft and safe — a cocoon of heartbeat and hush.They didn’t know her face, but they felt her presence — the Mother — all around them.

“Isn’t this place beautiful?” said one baby, stretching his tiny limbs.

“It’s warm, peaceful… I feel held.”

The other baby stirred. “Yes… but don’t you think something’s about to change? It’s getting tight. I hear strange sounds. What if… this is the end?”

The first baby smiled. “Maybe it’s not the end. Maybe it’s just the start of something new. Maybe we’re growing for a reason — to go somewhere even better.”

The second baby looked uncertain.

“But no one has come back to tell us. No one has said what’s out there. What if there’s nothing?”

The first one replied softly, “Can you feel the rhythm? The beat that never leaves us? When we float, she holds us. When we’re still, she sings in silence.

That’s her. I believe she’s waiting for us.”

“But how can you trust what you can’t see?” asked the other.

“I don’t need to see her to know she’s real. I feel her love — in every breath, every moment.”

The second baby sighed. “I want to believe. But I get scared.”

The first one leaned closer. “Even if we don’t know what’s ahead, why waste the beauty of now? We are warm, safe, growing. Let’s enjoy this space, this gift. Our time here is short — let’s not fill it with fear.”

The second baby closed his eyes. The rhythm of the mother’s heartbeat wrapped around them like a lullaby.

And as the pressure of birth began to build, one baby clung to the comfort of now, the other opened his heart to what might come.

Both were carried by love. Both were moving toward a world they couldn’t yet imagine. But in that final stretch of waiting, they chose joy over fear.

Because even inside the unknown — there was still warmth, wonder, and the whisper of something greater.