(My exams are finally over😔✊. So, that means I'll update as much as i can.
A prayer Reminder for my beautiful people🎀.
Happy Reading.)
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His hand cradled her delicate small hand as his lip quivered, a sign that he will break down anytime soon. His aquamarine eyes glossed over with sheer tears of pain and guilt. He stared at her pale face before taking a deep breath and bit his lip to subside his sobs but failed as whimpers escaped his mouth.
"Ayzel....", his quiet voice filled the quiet environment around them as he bit his tongue, wanting to beat himself up for being to careless and put his wife in danger.
"C..c'mon, open your eyes. Wake up, Janum." His voice came out as sobs. "Please, meri jaan ankhein kholo, laro mujh sy, maro mujhy, tang kro mujhy, mera phone ly kr bhag jao lekin please uth jao, Ayzel.", he rested his forehead against her hand, his heartbreaking sobs and whimpers echoed in the room.
(My life, open your eyes, argue with me, hit me, tease me, run off with my phone but please wake up.)
"I promise I'll not tease you, I'll quite smoking, just open your eyes, Ayzel" he cried uncontrollably while holding onto her hand as if his life depends on it.
He didn't even realized and he cried himself to sleep, his head resting beside her body while his arm wrapped around her torso ever so lightly.
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His eyes snapped open as he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned his head and sighed out before rubbing his bloodshot eyes.
"How is she?", Amna asked as her heart ached at the sight of his red and swollen eyes, 'he must be crying so much', she thought and patted his shoulder softly.
He shook his head in response and stood up.
"The doctors said that she's in coma", her breath hitched as her tearful gaze diverted to the petite figure laying on the bed with oxygen mask on her face and machinery patches attached on her body to keep track of her heartbeat and blood pressure.
"My poor girl", she exclaimed with a trembling voice and reached out to place a hand on Ayzel's pale and cold cheek.
"Wake up soon, Ayzel. You promised me that you'll name my babyboy", Zaviyar's heart clenched at her words and looked away.
"I'll go and check on Arslan.", she nodded as the boy left the room with a heavy aching heart. He was walking aimlessly through the hallways of the hospital as he chanted in his mind for her well-being.
'As if you know that she'll be okay or not', his inner self taunted him as he stared into thin air while sitting on a bench in the garden of the hospital. He leaned back on the bench and rubbed his hand along his face in frustration as he heard the echoing sound of Azan.
Zaviyar's eyes snapped open as he sat up straight, 'He's the only one who helps you when one is there for you' the thought came in his mind as he stood up and walked towards the prayer area of the hospital. He took off his shoes at the entrance and went to the ablution block to perform ablution before going to join the jama-at for the Eshaa Prayer.
After praying, his heart was still aching so he decided to perform few more Nafals. He cried in Sujoods, prayed and prayed until his heart felt light. While being in the Sujood, he heard the shrill sound of his phone ringing, he finished his prayer and went to grab his phone. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he saw the caller ID, Arslan?
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