The hospital room was dimly lit, the only sound the steady beep of the heart monitor. Raha's parents, Amal and Hassan, sat beside her bed, their faces etched with worry.

"Doctor, will she ever wake up?" Amal asked, her voice trembling.

"We're doing everything we can," the doctor replied gently. "Her brain activity is improving, but we need to be patient."

Hassan's eyes never left his daughter's face. "She's strong, she'll pull through."

Raha lay motionless, her dark hair spread across the pillow. Her slender hands rested on the blanket, an IV tube attached to her wrist.

Suddenly, Raha's fingers twitched. Amal gasped. "Did you see that?"

The doctor rushed to Amina's side. "Let's check her vitals."

The machines surrounding Amina sprang to life, beeping rapidly. The doctor examined her, a hint of optimism on his face.

"She's showing signs of awakening. Let's reduce the sedation."

Amal and Hassan exchanged hopeful glances. "Alhamdulillah," Amal whispered, "she'll come back to us."

As the medication was adjusted, Raha's eyelids fluttered. Her parents held their breath.

"Raha, can you hear me?" the doctor asked softly.

Raha's eyes slowly opened, unfocused and confused.

"Welcome back, Raha," the doctor smiled.

Raha's gaze drifted to her parents. She tried to speak, but her voice was barely audible.

"Mom...Dad..."

Tears streamed down Amal's face. "We're here, baby. You're safe."

Hassan's voice cracked. "Alhamdulillah, our daughter is back."

But as Raha's eyes locked onto her parents, a faint question lingered in her gaze.

Who am I?

---