Raha's eyes scanned the hospital room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Her head pounded, and her memories seemed shrouded in fog.
"Mom...Dad..." she whispered, her voice weak.
Amal and Hassan held her hands, their faces etched with relief. "We're here, Raha. You're safe."
Raha's gaze drifted to her parents, searching for answers. "What...happened?"
Amal hesitated before speaking. "You were in an accident, sweetie. You've been here for two months."
Two months? Raha's mind reeled. She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her head.
"Easy, Raha," Hassan said, gently pressing her back onto the pillow. "You need to rest."
As Raha lay back, fragments of memories teased her mind. A blurred face, a gentle voice, and the scent of oud wafted through her thoughts.
"Who..." she began, but the word trailed off.
Amal's expression turned guarded. "Don't worry about that now, Raha. Focus on recovering."
Raha's eyes narrowed, sensing her parents' evasiveness. "Tell me...what's going on?"
The doctor entered the room, interrupting the tense moment. "Raha, you're making great progress. We'll run some tests to assess your memory and cognitive function."
As the doctor explained the procedures, Raha's thoughts lingered on the mysterious face and voice. Who was he? And why did his presence feel so familiar?
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