Irreversible

⚜♚39. Closeness ♚⚜

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Hooriya (Special Content due to request)

"Mama." I was sobbing. "I want my baby!" 

"Hoor, the baby is in NICU. She's being looked after the medical team. She's born a little early, so she needs the extra care, but In Sha Allah, she'll be fine." Mama ran a hand over my head, reassuring me.

"I'm scared, Mama." 

"Trust Allah. He gave you this much-yearned blessing, and He will take care of her." She kissed the top of my head.

"My Hoorain..."

"She'll be okay, In Sha Allah. I can understand your fear, your anxiety completely. But you need to remain calm, Hoor."

A light knock on the door made me look up.

Farhaan was standing in the doorway, looking worried about me. "Hoor, Ali wants to see you."

Immediately, I wiped away my tears. I couldn't let my son see me like this. It would scare him. For his sake, I pushed back my inner turmoil, cloaking it with a façade of calmness for the sake of my Ali. "Bring him in." 

Mama smiled at me. "That's parenthood in a nutshell. Put your kids first." 

I squeezed her hand. "I'm terrified for Ain, but I have to think about Ali too." 

Farhaan returned with our son, and Mama excused herself and headed out.

Ali looked uncertain. "Where is she?" 

I held out my arms towards him, and as she got onto the bed, I hugged him tightly. "She's under special care of the doctors right now, because she arrived a little early."

"Is she going to be okay?" He sounded worried. "Is she there because I said that I didn't want a sibling?" 

I exchanged a look with Farhaan before turning back to Ali. "No, honey, of course not. Don't think like that." 

"I will make dua that she gets better soon." Ali whispered.

"You're already such a protective big brother, Ma Sha Allah." I kissed his cheek.

Farhaan stood beside the bed, ruffling our son's hair. "Do you not want to give Mama the present?" 

"I left it outside with Khalla! I'll go and get it." Ali said.

"I'll come with you." Farhaan told him, before giving me a small smile.

They left and I sat back on the bed. I yearned for Hoorain, even though I knew that she was exactly where she really needed to be right now. In Sha Allah, I was going to hold her eventually, but the priority was her health, her full recovery.

Farhaan and Ali returned, and Ali held up a piece of paper. I took it from him and saw he had made a drawing of our family, including Hoorain, and had written the words 'Conrajulations!'. 

"I noticed the 'j', but I let it be." Farhaan smiled at me. 

I was in tears. "Oh, Ali! This is so, so beautiful!" I carefully set the drawing aside and held out my arms for my son. "Thank you, honey! I'm going to have it framed." 

Farhaan sat down beside me, wrapping an arm around me. "Alhumdulillah, our family is complete. Ain will recover, In Sha Allah, and will be with us very soon." 

"In Sha Allah." 

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I was wheeled to the NICU by Farhaan as soon as the doctors authorised it.