The Last Warning ✔️

In The Hospital

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CHAPTER #35

Johara's POV

Why does this happen with me? I sat in a corner and hid my face. He has left me alone in the middle of the night, don't know where to. I am pretty sure that asad uncle and maryam auntie would be sleeping by now.
I just took my phone and scrolled down my instagram.
But how long could you scroll too, so I just kept the phone aside and laid on the sofa, waiting for idrees to come back.

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Phone rings...

I was getting a call from some unknown number. I cut the call at first. Maybe it must be some fraud call or something. I looked around to see that idrees hadn't reach yet and it was almost sunrise. I freaked out. Where might he be?
My phone rang again. Irritated, I received the call.

"is this idrees Mohammed's wife?" the voice spoke

"yes" I replied

"please come to TYH hospital as soon as possible, your husband is in a critical condition"
I was shocked to hear that. This couldn't be happening

"no why? I mean how?" I stuttering with fright.

"he was crashed with a bus"
I almost yelled at that "please come ASAP" the woman kept the phone.

This was the last thing I expected that would happen.
The phone was in my hand itself so I took my purse and left the room

"I have to go somewhere in urgency" I told to maryam auntie and left. I preferred not tell her as she is happy after her daughter's marriage and her mood would be ruined completely.
I took a taxi and went to the hospital.

"idrees mohammad" I panted at the reception. I ran all the way from the taxi to the hospital. I wasn't used to run so much.
The receptionist went through the record "yes, he is in the operation theatre"

"thank you" I said and walked briskly towards the OT.
I saw the red light on above the door. Tears started falling my eyes without my permission. I sat on the chair which was in front of the theatre.  I don't know in what condition idrees would be. The time when I just started loving him, he is leaving me. I covered my face and cried bitterly. I looked at the doors again and again with hope but it was all going in vain.
"Allah" a whisper escaped my breath. My hands were together. "save my idrees ya Allah" i was crying and whispering prayers.
I never wanted to believe in god because all of it seemed to superstitious to me but for the first time, I felt the need. The need of help that no one can satisfy. I cried as I my lips kept on saying Allah's name for Idrees's sake. I can't lose him.
I want to be with him, by his side. I want to cry and  laugh with him.
There was a time before when I would have been happy if this same happened to him but he made me fall in love with him and my Rabb as well.
This was one of the most beautiful feelings I ever had.

I kept whispering my prayer when the doctor came out.

"doctor" I went up to him "how's he?"

"he has had a very severe injury in his head which makes the next 24 hours critical for him"

"what?" I covered my lower part of my face to hide my  gasping expression

"if he doesn't regain conscience in the next 24 hrs, he may go into coma or even.."

"even what?"

"die" he said in a faint voice

"no doctor don't tell that, please save him" I cried badly in front him not realizing that people were looking at me but that was my least concern

"I've done what I can, please take care of yourself and pray for him. He need prayers. We are shifting him to the ICU" he went after saying that

I was devastated at what he said. These 24 hours were going to be my most difficult ones of my life.
I left the hospital and went to the nearby masjid and enquired if it had woman section as well. Luckily there was so I went inside.
There were no one inside. Only me and that was exactly what I needed right now. There were rows of shelves fully stacked with qur'ans of different languages and a few islamic books.

I sat in the corner and started praying-

Ya Allah, i have been a bad person till today. I have no count of the people whose hearts I have broken. I condemned my own parents for marrying me off to the person I didn't want to marry but now, I am suffering for him. I can't see him like this.
Ya Allah, i never believed in you. Maybe that was my mistake and maybe that's why I never led a happy life till today but now I've found my happiness. It's my him ya Allah. He is the person you chose for me so don't take him away from me.
Ya Allah, prove to me that you are there and help me.
I repent, oh merciful Rabb, help your helpless slave here who is not finding a way.
Ya Allah, he is the person who brought me closer to you, don't you take  that person away from me Ya Allah!

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