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"Dreams are free, so free your dreams."

-Astrid Alauda


C H A P T E R T E N

Monday, 6th November 2021.
1:55 pm.
"Morning, Doctor."Hammad greeted shaking hands with the doctor. Doctor Feer replied with the same enthusiasm before offering Hammad a seat. "I'm here about the reports you sent to me earlier, I was more worried so I came here myself, is his condition getting better?"He questioned worriedly.

"I was about to call you but since you're here that's good. His condition isn't getting any better Mr. Hammad, we've tried our best but nothing is working. I'm sorry but I don't think we can handle him anymore."

Hammad was already tensed. "What do you mean Doctor? This is your job, then why aren't you able to do it? I trusted you that's why I brought him to you, then why all—-?"

"I know that this is my job there's no need for you to remind me of that, we've tried our very best Mr. Hammad we're going to keep him here for the next 6 months and if he doesn't get better, I'm afraid we can't be of any help."Dr. Feer explained and Hammad heaved a long exasperated sigh.

"Are you sure about the 6 months?"Hammad raised an eyebrow.

"Not very sure."

Hammad shook his head and relaxed in his chair to process everything. He can't even count the times he sighed while he was in that position. Everything seemed almost impossible at that time, he felt as if there was nothing left for him in this world.

If the treatment doesn't work again this time then he's done for, he'll just be like a dead man walking with zero emotions. This isn't the first hospital he has been to, it's the 14th hospital in Paris and many other countries but all in vain.

Hammad left the hospital with a heavy heart and hope in his mind, all he wants right now is peace of mind and he knows exactly where to go, so he went straight to see his mother. As usual, he met her seated perfectly on her praying mat with the Holy Qur'an gripped between her palms.

He stood by the door quietly, and listened to his mother's soothing recitation, bringing back the old good days when his father was alive when they were in Nigeria, living the life of a not-so-perfect family before everything came crashing right before his eyes and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

With just his father's death; they lost everything, the love, the happiness, the togetherness, and the joy of living as one big family.

And had his father been with him today, he won't find himself in this miserable situation. He doesn't blame anyone for the misfortune in his life but himself. He believes he is the one at fault and responsible for the separation of his family.

And he wants to mend that, but will he be able to do it? With the way things are going, he doubts if he can do that, but he won't lose hope. That's among the things his father taught him before he passed away, Subhanallah.

The death of his father has taught him a lot of things; the ones who are closer to you, are mostly your enemies and it's true. The person his father trusted with his life, betrayed him and backstabbed him. Because of what? Money and fame!

People need to understand that there's something worth more than money, wealth, and fame, and that is practicing more of your Ibadah and growing closer to Allah before you return to Him.

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