QADR ✔️

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Affan was brought out of his trance by the screeching sounds of a car. He quickly stop his car.
With a trembling heart, he open the door and walk out of his car.
Ya Rabb, who is she? Affan walk to the scene.
He move forward.
Affan couldn't believe his eyes.
He return to his car, take his spectacle and put it on to enable him to have a clear vision.

He walk to them.
To say he was shocked will be an understatement.
Affan was flabbergasted beyond shock.
He opened his mouth to talk but couldn't find a word to say.
Aisha. Affan let out.
The driver who hit Aisha turned to Affan.
Do you know her?
Yes, we work in the same hospital.

I'm sorry Sir, she was the one who ran into me.
The truck driver pleaded.
Affan nod his head.
I can't touch her. Affan muttered inwardly.
Before he could look for a lady who would help him take Aisha to his car, the truck driver swooped her up instantly with a trembling hand.

Affan troth to his car and open the door for him.
He drop Aisha down and sit beside her.
Affan enter his car and zoom out of the place.
Oh Allah, save her. Affan pray silently.
He reach the hospital and drive inside.
Affan park his car in the parking lot and troth out of the car.

She is not breathing.
The truck driver muttered worriedly.
Two medical personnel rush to them with a wheelchair.
Aisha was wheel inside.
Affan and the truck driver troth behind the medical personnel.
Aisha was taken to the emergency ward.

The Doctor was summoned.
Affan and the truck driver pace impatiently in front of the emergency room.
Wait for me here. Affan muttered and entered the ER.
He shook hand with the Doctor.
Doctor Aisha has a major injury in her cranium and there's a 90% possibility that she might be mentally retarded.

Ya, Rabb! She doesn't have anyone here. Affan facepalm.
Let's begin the treatment. Doctor Fawaz muttered.
Affan shook his head.
I have patience to attend to. Affan muttered and walked out of the ER.
How is she now? The truck driver asked.
Affan explain the enter ordeal to him.
I will pay for the treatment. The truck driver muttered.

Don't you have a family? Affan asked.
I do.
I have three children and my wife is pregnant. I don't have a job.
My work is to export foreign goods.
Affan Humm.
Don't worry about it, I will take care of everything.
Sir, I am the one who hit her.
Don't worry. Affan muttered with a smile.

Thank you so much. The truck driver appreciated.
Affan smile.
You can leave. Affan add-in.
No, Sir, I will stay until she recovered.
Mr, the victim will not wake up now.
The truck driver thanked Affan again and rushed out of the premises.
Affan shook his head and walked to his section.

Affan took off his clothes and put on the scrub.
He walk towards the exit and walk out of his office.
Affan marched to the operation theatre.
He glance at the little boy he will operate on.
Affan envision his Son as the boy.
He shrugged the thought of.
Doc Affan, let's begin.
The medical personnel beside Affan muttered.

Ya Rabb, why am I seeing him as my Son? My Jawad.
Doc, the medical personnel touch Affan.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Sir, are you alright? We shouldn't put the little boy's life at stake.
I am fine let's begin the surgery.
Mummy, Daddy. The little boy cried.

Affan smile and take the injection.
He inject the boy and his body become numb.
Affan pray and began the surgery.

Affan walk out of the theater.
Doc, how is my Son? He is the only one I have.
His father is dead. Will he be alright?
Affan was lost in his thought.
He watch the woman bombard him with questions.
Doc, why are you quiet? Is my Son dead? The woman hold Affan's shirt.
No, he is not dead. Affan muttered and wiggle out of the woman's hold.