"What happened next?"
"Who helped you?"
"How was the Baby?"
"What happened to him?"
"Did he survive?"
"I'm Sure he survived but where is he?is he with his Father?" Humairah Bombarded her sister with so many questions, what she uttered was the only orderly things she could get out of the big mess in her Head. Nur was silent for about a minute she just kept gulping her saliva and blinking away the tears threatening to spill from her eyes,when Humairah noticed her sister's demeanor, she quickly ran to her side to comfort her"Nur,it's OK inshaa Allah, you are over it inshaa Allah, you are strong,stronger than you think, it was all a test and inshaa Allah you passed in flying colours" Humairah said as she hugged her sister tightly.
"I lost consciousness then, when I regained it,I was in the hospital, I no longer felt the pulling-piercing pain in my pelvis area,I felt less heavy,though I was a bit drowsy, I still could tell that I have given birth,so where was my baby?I thought, " where is my baby? I asked the nurse in my room, my Baby, my Baby, I repeated as I tried to get up pulling the drip stand with me.
The nurse rushed to my side as she screamed for the doctor, "calm down, calm down, she said as she continuously patted my back.
" where is my Baby? " I asked again.
"Ahh, Nur you are awake" Doctor Jamil said a small smile on his face.
" Doctor Jamil, where is my Baby?" I inquired.
"Your Baby is in his own ward, he is recovering, he is a fighter just like his mother" he replied a sad smile on his face.
As I heard that, tears spilled from my eyes but a smile was on my face, "can I see him... Or her"
He chuckled a bit before he replied"Him, yes let them get u a wheel chair first and yes, A Rashidah just arrived she have been panicking and crying non-stop,maybe you should see her first ".
" Rashidah?,she just arrived?then who brought me here? And I am feeling like a there is a cut below my abdomen, what happened"I kept on prodding him
"Take it easy Nur, I brought you here, when you called, I was in the operation room, you were lucky I was almost done so I saw your missed calls and text message 30 minutes after you sent it,I got your address from your file and drove to your house,your very annoying gate man refused to allow me inside saying I should call you first and that you are a married woman, why should I come see you around 11pm, the only way I could convince him was going inside with him and Thank God,you left the door unlocked,we found you in a pool of Blood, Wallahi I thought we lost you, but your pulse was there,though very weak I could still palpate it, we quickly carried you to the car and with your driver,we brought you to the hospital, you were too weak to do anything, so after stabilizing you, we did the caesarian section on you,I am sorry we didn't wait for your guardian's consent or call anybody but your phone had password and your case was an emergency, but if u deem my actions wrong, I have no excuse, I'll face the consequences"He narrated.
"No,no, You helped me, I will be the most ungrateful to even think you were wrong, even if I lost my life today,I will always be thankful to you, you were there for me when my own family weren't, I will always be thankful to you" I replied to him sincerely.
"Thank you a lot Nur, you are my patient so you are my responsibility, let me call the Rashidah in" he said, a smile of relief on his face as he walked out of the room.
Rashidah came in her eyes red and swollen,immediately she saw me, she ran to me then stopped abruptly "I am sorry,I am sorry" she kept on repeating those words as fresh tears spilled from her eyes.
"Haba Rashidah, its okay, it was your Mum that needed your attention and you've always been by my side, it was how it was meant to be, so stop blaming yourself and get ready let's go see the Baby " I told her patting her back and as if on cue the nurse and Dr Jamil came in with a wheel chair, "help her unto it" he ordered the nurse, few minutes later, Me, doctor Jamil,Rashidah and the gateman who was outside my room all along all went to see my Baby.
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Hamza stretched his limbs as he stood up from a chair in his study room, he then closed his laptop which was on the table and made for the couch adjacent to him, he sprawled himself on it and his eyes fell on the file Nur had given to him, he had forgotten to check it, he heaved a long sigh as he realised that his work was not done yet,his mind kept wandering and it fell on the Tall niqabi he met today,she is different, unique,she is independent, strong and seems to have strong principles, she held her head up high with her niqab without caring about the judgemental whispers, sneers and even glares that were thrown her way,that is something very few people could rise above,that is what he admired her for and why he still kept her in his memories. Most men who are stunning and are aware of how stunning they are mostly intrigued by women who do not drool at the sight of them, but in Hamza's case he was simply amazed that she did not even look at him, she had managed to look confident with her gaze lowered abiding to the sayings of Allah(S.W.T).
"Hmmmm, Dee definitely picked a role model worth the status" he muttered as he picked the file and took it to his room.
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" when we reached the ward where my baby was, he was the only baby in the room unlike the other wards we passed, a doctor was close to him and he had all sort of tubes attached to him,My Baby was so small,so frail, I asked Dr Jamil and he told me the Baby was seriously sick and he couldn't even breathe properly, it was a surprise he survived because he was even unconscious when he was delivered My Baby was always sick and I had stressed him during my prolonged labour, I remember falling close to my Baby and stroking his soft cheeks Wallahi I cried a lot, do you know at that moment,my Baby grazed my other hand that was on his tiny hands, that is one of my favourite moments in the whole world, I bent close to his ear and read the Azaan to him, His father wasn't around and I wasn't about to wait for him, nothing should be delayed,My Baby deserved the best and I was ready to give it to him.
Rashidah and the gate man all took turns to see the Baby who I had named Jalal and prayed for him. As Doctor Jamil led us out in order allow the baby rest, the computer began to beep continuously and the doctor we met inside started giving orders and soon he started to perform CPR on him, I was shocked and couldn't move, my mind went blank for sometime and everything passed in a blur and when I regained my senses, the Doctor was still performing the CPR, I ran to my Baby and held his hand and prayed every single prayer I knew, I tried not to lose my composure but when the Doctor stopped the CPR and started removing the tubes from His body, I lost it I started screaming and telling them to keep trying, My Baby was a fighter, he could do it he will make it, the nurses held me as I held the doctor's collar and the doctor announced his time of death 4th September"Nur choked on her tears, and Humairah too was crying profusely, they held each other consoling each other."stop Nur, stop, you are hurting too much, pls stop" Humairah whispered between sobs. Nur just kept on crying,her cries changed from heavy sobs to just heavy breathing and she continued her tale
"7:25am, I held my Baby in my arms, his body limp and his temperature dropping, I rocked him in my arms and brought him closer to my chest,Jalal please wake up, please, Ya Allah,please I begged and cried and knelt and screamed but Jalal was gone and nothing I did could bring him back,then from faraway, I heard a faint voice
"Jaan" it called.