Azaan

Chapter Thirty-Seven.

Asking For Forgiveness.

Some will say that when someone wants to be forgiven they need to earn it. But forgiving people who hurt you won't hurt you. Forgive but don't forget as we humans tend to hurt each other again and again.

Faryal's pov.

Happiness isn't just a word that we need in our lives it's a feeling that we want to have but what if that feeling is far from us just because we did something terrible in our past?

Giving birth to our son Yusuf was the best day of our lives apart from the day my husband was well. But the struggles continued as he discovered what I did to Azaan and Saira even though he told me not to do it.

I couldn't help myself, I was blinded by revenge and what I thought was justice to me but what I didn't know was that whatever bad I did to Azaan's family would come back twice to me.

Yusuf was a beautiful healthy boy but sometimes things aren't what they seem. Our little boy started to become sick and started to grow weaker, this made us question what we did to people in the love.

"Mr and Mrs. Khan. The doctor can see you now", the nurse tells us. She then led us to the doctor's office and ask us to wait for him.

"I am sorry Faiz. I really am. All of this is happening because of me...."

He just took my hand with his and then looked into my eyes.

"Its not your fault but mine. I didn't explain why Aayan and Zain did what they did to me. Its my fault that you thought they had ruined our lives. The company was going bankrupt and Aayan bought it from me because I needed money. I was trying to save it but it couldn't be saved", he explained to me.

"I was blinded by revenge that I didn't see what it was doing to us, to our family and everything around us. And now I think Allah is punishing us for making our son sick", I tell him with tears falling down my face.

"Excuse me, Mr and Mrs. Khan. I already have the test results for your son. I don't know how to tell you this.... But your son has leukaemia. He needs a bone marrow transplant immediately. Which means as soon as we can find a donor", the doctor tells us the bad news that we were dreading to know.

No parent would wish that on anyone even if it's their enemy's children.

"Ya Allah", I cried out and Faiz pulled me into his arms while watching our son who was playing on the floor.

"There's treatment for this. Science has advanced and now, alhamdullilah we can treat it because we discovered it early. We can start testing the both of you first to see if you two are a match for your son", the doctor advised us.

We quickly agreed and then he called the nurse who took our blood samples and took them to the lap.

"The results will be in two days, in shaa Allah", the doctor tells us letting us leave.

We left the office and I felt like I needed to do something for myself.

For our future.

And also for Yusuf too.

"Faiz I need to go somewhere, will you come with me?" I tell him hoping he would say yes without asking questions.

"Okay, we can go. I know that its what we both need to do. As a family", he tells me as we walked out of the hospital heading to our car and our destination.

Ya Allah, I hope what I am doing will help my conscious. I love my family more than anything. I was pulled in the wrong for too long that I didn't realize that my son and my husband are the ones who are getting hurt for what I did. I hope and pray that they will forgive me.