In the middle of the night, the Maqsud household was abruptly shaken awake by the shrill ringing of the telephone. The silence of the late hour was shattered, and a sense of foreboding hung in the air as Meherunnisa, Ahmed Sahab's wife, groggily answered the call. Her voice, thick with sleep, quickly morphed into a tone of disbelief and rising panic as the news on the other end of the line became clear.
"Mrs. Maqsud, there's been an accident. Your husband, Ahmed Sahab, has been taken to the hospital. You need to come immediately."
The words sent a shockwave through her. The phone nearly slipped from her grasp as she staggered to her feet, her heart pounding furiously in her chest. "Oh, Allah," she whispered, her voice barely audible as the reality of the situation set in. Without a moment to waste, she rushed to wake her daughters.
"Meher! Malaika! Naz!" Meherunnisa called out, her voice trembling as she shook each of them awake. "Get up, quickly! There's been an accident. Your father-he's in the hospital. We need to go, now!"
The urgency in her voice dispelled any lingering sleepiness, and within moments, the three sisters were wide awake, their faces pale with shock and fear.
"Ammi, what happened?" she asked, her voice thick with worry as she pulled on her clothes with trembling hands. "Is Baba okay? How bad is it?"
"I don't know," Meherunnisa replied, her voice strained as she fumbled to tie her dupatta. "They didn't say much-just that we need to get to the hospital. We have to hurry."
Malaika, was already halfway dressed, her hands moving mechanically as her mind struggled to process the information. "This can't be happening," she muttered to herself, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Baba was just working, he was coming home..."
Mehnaz was on the verge of tears, her usually lively demeanor replaced with a palpable sense of dread. "What if... what if something's really wrong?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "What if he doesn't...?"
"Don't say that!" Meherbano cut her off, her voice sharper than intended. But seeing the fear in Mehnaz's eyes, she softened her tone. "We don't know anything yet. We have to stay strong for Baba. He's going to need us."
The sisters and their mother hurried out of the house, their footsteps echoing in the quiet, deserted streets as they rushed to their car. The drive to the hospital was agonizingly silent, each of them lost in their thoughts, the weight of their fear pressing down on them. Meherunnisa gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white as she tried to keep her composure. The fear of the unknown gnawed at her, and she sent up silent prayers for her husband's safety.
When they finally arrived at the hospital, they were met with the harsh, sterile lights of the emergency room. The atmosphere was heavy with the smell of antiseptic and the low murmur of voices, punctuated by the occasional cry of pain or the beeping of medical equipment. Meherunnisa hurried to the reception desk, her voice trembling as she inquired about her husband.
"Ahmed Sahab... my husband... he was brought in after an accident. Where is he? How is he?" Her words came out in a rush, her desperation evident.
The receptionist's expression softened slightly as she looked up from her screen. "He's in the emergency ward. The doctors are with him now. Please, have a seat in the waiting area, and someone will come to speak with you shortly."
The vague response did little to ease their anxiety, but there was nothing more to be done at that moment. They moved to the waiting area, their steps slow and heavy, each of them trying to prepare for whatever news might come next.
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