During the whole way, she kept praying for him, begging her lord to give Huzaifa a healthy life. And nothing happened to him. But her condition was like that of a person who was about to lose consciousness.
"Daughter, don't worry, he'll be alright." Her driver, who was a middle-aged man, said, looking very concerned for her.
Moomal felt even worse listening to him and sobbed herself free of tears. She knew she was scared of the poor man by doing this but she didn't know how to control her emotions.
She was scared, her whole existence was surrounded by unknown fears making her cry out and shake like a leaf.
What if he left her?
What if he gave up on his life?
Her mind was being her biggest enemy, torturing her with these thoughts. Her mind has become so weak that she was unable to fight these fears.
