Blessing Upon You

This is a short story I made for a contest. I hope it's okay at least. It's about being under pressure, read it Insha'Allah and tell me what you think!

Blessing Upon You: Short Story

"Sweetheart lets go, we're going to be late." Khalid called from the living room. His voice echoed through the apartment but I ignored it and looked down.

The guilt was building up inside me, and tears were threatening to pull down my face. I shook my head and sniffled back my sobs. How am I going to tell him again? How can I face him again?

Disappointment and sadness clouded my thoughts as I clenched my hand around the strip and wiped my eyes. Khalid hated it when I cried. He was such a great husband. Guilt pierced into my heart as I pictured his smile. The way his eyes would light up and sparkle every time we passed by a baby. He would be the greatest father ever. Hot tears trailed down my cheek as I remembered the sadness in his eyes when I told him I wasn't pregnant for the second time.

There was a knock on the door and i cried even harder knowing it was Khalid. "Sweetheart, Amna. Please come out." I shook my head and clenched the pregnancy test into my palms.

I couldn't handle seeing the disappointment in his eyes again. We've been married for over three years now, and every single day was like a small needle being stabbed into my heart. I couldn't handle telling him again.

"Sweetie, I don't care what it says. Just please stop crying, it's killing me." I wiped my tears and disposed the pregnancy test into the trash can. I sighed and fixed my hijab. It hurt my heart to tell him again but I had no choice.

I slowly opened the door and stared into his soft brown eyes. His lips curved into a frown as he studied my face and sighed. He gave me a sad look before gently wrapping his arms around me. I closed my eyes and relished in the feeling of his touch.

"Amna. Listen to me okay. I love you no matter what. No matter what the test told you, I still love you." He pulled back and stared into my eyes. I broke down into a sob and clenched at his jacket.

"Khalid I don't think I'll ever have kids." I said, my voice barley a whisper. Khalid sighed, wrapped his arm around my head and slowly stroked my back.

"Subhana'Allah don't say that Amna. You never know what Allah has planned for us. Allah is the greatest of planners and you're not supposed to lose hope. Even if we don't end up having kids, we still have each other to yell at right?" I cracked a smile and pulled away. I probably looked like a mess. All the crying had smeared the black eyeliner down my cheeks.

Khalid looked into my face and smirked. "Sweetie, you've got a little something on your face." I smiled and slapped his chest.

"And you've got a little something on your jacket. Leave, I have to get re-dressed." Khalid chuckled and kissed my forehead.

He looked into my eyes and lifted my chin. He gave me a warm smile before letting go. "I love you Amna."

"Love you too Khalid. Now go change! We're going to be late." I pushed him out and turned to the bathroom.

I glanced sadly at the trash can and sighed. Oh Allah makes this easier for me.

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When we finally reached the house, the rest of the family had already came. I sighed and slowly unbuckled my seat belt. Mom and dad were hoping for some good news today, and I had none.

"Hey, don't be sad. We'll tell them together." I smiled up at Khalid and nodded.

I stepped out of the car, and walked towards the house when I spotted Aisha at the door. She looked around and finally spotted me. Instantly, she started to smile and wave.