𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓: 𝐀 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐐𝐮𝐫'𝐚𝐧

chapter 18

The doctor checked on Nayla and confirmed that she had merely fainted due to a panic attack. He advised letting her rest while Samad accompanied the doctor outside the house. Meanwhile, Saleem was now focused on Ayat.

"Where is Ashar, Ayat?" he asked calmly, trying not to frighten her, but she was already in a state of panic.

"I... I don't know," she stuttered, looking nervously at the ground.

"Just take care of Nayla, and I'll go search for him, okay?" Saleem said reassuringly before leaving the room. Ayat nodded, while Rabiya and Sumaiya exchanged judgmental looks.

"She hasn't been around for four days, and now her husband has disappeared. Allah knows what she will do with our son," Rabiya said as she made faces. Ayat felt tears well up in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away and sat on the bed next to Nayla, holding her hand tightly.

"Let it be ammi,this was just nayla mumani's wish to let her marry our ashar , otherwise he would have got more beautiful and smart girl than her......let's go why we are wasting our time on her" sumaiya said to rabiya with mocking tone and ayat was just letting her tears silently fall on nayla's hand while looking at her

"HasbunAllahu wa ni'mal wakeel"

(Allah (alone) is sufficient for me,and he is the best disposer of affairs)

As habit when she got tension, overthinking nervousness or anxiety she always recite it on her to calm her heart,mind and soul

"Ammi please wake up" she mumbled in her crying voice but nayla was in deep slumber
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Soon, he entered the house with his files in hand and sensed the overwhelming silence.

"Ammi, Abbu, where are you all?" he shouted, but no one answered. He went into Nayla's room to find her sleeping and didn't disturb her, so he headed to his own bedroom.

"Huh? What a tiring day," he said, lying down and closing his eyes. Just then, he heard the bathroom door click open. He opened his eyes to see Ayat standing there, stunned, with wide eyes. She tried to say something, but he interrupted her.

"Please! I'm already tired; don't make my mood worse," he said, and she promptly closed her mouth.

"I just wanted to say that Ammi fainted because... you didn't tell anyone where you were going," she explained, worry etched on her face, even after he had brushed her off. Suddenly, he sat up straight.

"What? But how? Wait..." He paused for a moment and then asked, "Did you tell them about our fight?" He gripped her shoulder and shook it gently when she nodded nervously.

"You know what, Ayat? You're just an immature idiot. Can you imagine how she felt finding out her son was gone after fighting with his wife? And she fainted because of you!" he exclaimed, kicking the bed in frustration. His words were harsh, and she stared at him, her eyes slowly blinking as tears weld up in her eyes
"Such an empathy seeker!" he exclaimed frustratingly as he noticed tears in her eyes. He turned and left the room while she sat on the bed, holding her head in despair.

"Allah! Am I immature? Am I an empathy seeker? Why is all this happening, Allah? What am I lacking? Why can't I take care of my husband?" she cried miserably. Just then, Ashar rushed toward Nayla's bedroom, followed closely by Ayat, who was wiping her face with her hands and tying her veil.

"Ammi, Ammi! Wake up, Ammi! I'm here!" Ashar said, gently tapping her cheek. As she heard his voice, she opened her eyes and sat up on the bed.

"My son!" she exclaimed, instantly pulling him into a hug. He sat on the bed beside her, patting her back.