‖HIS WARRIOR‖ KTHff

CHAPTER 56

Four months after her accident, Yazia was in her seventh month of pregnancy. Her belly was noticeably showing, but as time passed, her condition deteriorated. Her case was rare, making it challenging for doctors to manage her symptoms effectively. Constant headaches, nosebleeds, and even her vision were affected, leaving her struggling with blurriness and pain that made reading nearly impossible. Namjoon was with her, observing every moment of her struggle. Her unwavering faith, despite her suffering, left him in awe. Each time she stood up to pray, despite her constant struggles, it shook him to his core.

The doctors had advised her to stop, as her condition was far from favorable. Yet, somehow, she always found a way to reach her prayer mat. One day, Namjoon was sitting by her side when Jin, the attending doctor, sternly told her to stop straining her eyes. After he left, Namjoon noticed a faint smile on Yazia's lips and narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

"You are smiling?" he scoffed. "He just told you to stop all this, and you're smiling. I know you're not going to listen. Do you really want to die?"

For the first time, Yazia didn't snap back at him. Instead, she chuckled softly, then sighed. "How can I die by praying, huh? When it's the only thing keeping me alive?"

Her response struck him deeply, and from that day, Namjoon decided to start reciting the Qur'an for her. He learned Surah Ar-Rahman, and it didn't take him long to grasp its verses. But when he did, he was profoundly moved by its beauty and depth. It intrigued him more than he could have imagined.

Namjoon began reciting Surah Ar-Rahman to Yazia whenever he visited her, finding an inexplicable peace in the process. His thoughtful nature led him to ponder the profound questions the surah raised, questions he felt compelled to find answers to.

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 On a quiet afternoon, Namjoon was by Yazia's bedside, the Qur'an open in his hands. He began to recite Surah Ar-Rahman, his voice gentle and soothing. Yazia, despite her pain, closed her eyes and listened, her breathing slowing, her face relaxing.

"Yazia," Namjoon said after finishing the recitation, his voice tinged with curiosity and admiration, "how do you keep such strong faith despite everything you're going through?"

Yazia opened her eyes, her gaze steady but filled with a serene calm. "Faith is not about the absence of struggle, Namjoon. It's about finding strength in the midst of it. My prayers, my faith—they are my lifeline. They keep me connected to something greater than myself, something that gives me hope and peace."

Namjoon nodded, absorbing her words. "But doesn't it scare you? The thought of... you know, not making it?"

Yazia smiled softly, a gentle warmth in her eyes. "No, I am not scared now, not of dying. Because everything has an end. If I died today, it means it was my time. No one can change it. Death is unavoidable. My faith teaches me that there is a purpose to everything, even in suffering. It happens for a reason."

Namjoon sat back, struck by her words. "But doesn't it make you sad? Thinking about what you'll leave behind?"

Yazia let out a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Honestly, I do. I am scared. If I left, what would my family feel about my death? Would it break them? And about my child," she said, placing a gentle hand on her swollen belly. "What will happen to him? But if I die, I will leave everything to Allah. No one is a better caretaker than Allah, so I feel less worried."