Irtaqaaii • ارتقائی • Evolution

The White Dwarf

Zaroon for a second was dreading the worst news when the doctor started talking but thankfully it was not as he feared the talk might turn out to be. 

"It is not looking good," the doctor said but he continued, "While I have been able to stabilise him and he has survived the injury as we hoped. He is out of immediate danger, but the knife has damaged his liver and parts of the small intestine. I was able to fix much of the damage yesterday and today also I was able to stop and major mishap from happening further. But that  being said he will need time to recover and he will be weak from now onwards they will have to be very careful." 

Zaroon had heard every word but still, it was a relief more than anything. Mir Sahab would survive. But he won't be the same again. 

" For now I will recommend complete bed rest for atleast 15 days, and his food intake will need to be very light. After that I would recommend that he does not take on any strenuous jobs, speaking very simply Zaroon any small infection or a minor stomach ache can effectively kill him before we even have had the chance to learn that he is in any sort of life-threatening situation." The doctor made his point in very sombre terms and it hit Zaroon then. 

This was something he will be responsible to inform Dua about as well as let Mir Sahab know. It was going to be his responsibility to look after both of them for the time being. Zaroon was then reminded of the rest of the Farooqi family and also of the plans, Mir Sahab had of travelling. 

"Mir Sahab was hoping to travel to his family in a few days somewhere near Delhi I think I am not too sure," before he could pose the question of whether he could travel or not Doctor Sahab cut him off answering his question on his own in stern words. 

"He can not even think about travelling for atleast 3 months I will observe him and if his bowel movements and recovery all go according to plan then only can I allow him to travel anywhere but not before 3 months Zaroon and even after that I can not guarantee he that he can travel that far it all depends on his recovery." 

The day just got bleaker and bleaker, yet he still felt as if a sudden burden had been lifted off of him. He knew it was the thought of what would have happened if Mir Sahab had not survived. 

As he walked the doctor out his mind kept playing over the possibilities of what-ifs. This made Zaroon at war with himself. for now, though he would just send his thanks to Allah for he had saved a life which in turn had saved many others. 

Zaroon went back up and had a talk with Dua with Rehana present and listening all the while his eyes never strayed from Dua conveying to her that he would be there for her and her father no matter what happens. As expected Dua was happy at the news of her father's odds, but Zaroon made sure to relay the gravity of the situation to her. 

When he had finished talking and all three of them sat in sombre silence it was Rehana that broke the silence, " We, me and Dua will just have to make sure that Mir Uncle does not do anything strenuous and takes all his medicines and has healthy food." 

Dua looked at her and slowly but surely that brilliant smile of hers returned to her face and Rehana's answering smile was no less bright. 

With this, a pact was formed between the two women that Zaaron suspected would not break for anything. Zaroon was happy because after such a long time he could see his wife the woman he fell in love with back, with all her bright and fierce disposition and it was all thanks to Dua. He would forever thank Allah for the moment he decided that Dua Farooqi would become a part of the lives of Zaroon and Rehana Sheikh. 

That day Mir Sahab woke up but only for a few moments and was never coherent enough to understand what was going on. Dua and Rehana were constants beside him. While Zaroon went out to the head office of The Weekly Statement.