Irreversible

⚜♚71. Heart & Soul♚⚜

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Yamna

"How are you holding up?" Rohaan kept glancing at me as he drove me to the hospital.

"Just focus on the road, Rohaan..." I groaned, placing my arm over my stomach.

"The baby wasn't even due till next week!" He almost sounded panicked.

"The baby is full term already, and the doctor said that we shouldn't be surprised if it decided to make an appearance earlier." I wanted to scream, but I started taking shallow breaths instead. No need startling him into breaking all speed laws of the country. "And d-don't worry... the midwife said it can take over twenty-four hours after my water breaks, for the baby to come." 

"Twenty-four hours?" His eyes widened in surprise.

"You know the classes I took with some ladies at the mosque?" I asked. "One lady said it took her forty hours. She was hospitalised because of the risk of infection, but yeah, it took her forty hours." 

"Bloody hell. No wonder Paradise lies beneath the feet of mothers." He shook his head.

I smiled weakly. I'd already learnt that lesson throughout the pregnancy: the morning sickness in my early days, the aches, the pains, the swollen feet, the lack of proper sleep, the restlessness; it all added to why the status of a mother was so high in Islam. 

Yet, the worst was yet to come: the labour pain. 

Ya Allah, help me. I'm terrified.

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A FEW HOURS LATER

My mother was playing Surah Maryam on her phone for me as I sat on the hospital bed.

I'd initially almost been sent back home, and asked to come back as it was too early. However, my pain had increased, and I was instantly taken to a room.

"How long now?" I groaned. With every passing second, I was getting more and more uncomfortable.

"Whenever the baby feels ready." Mama smiled, running a hand over my head.

"The baby just wants to sleep like Rohaan." I muttered.

"On a serious note, Allah has decreed a time for everything. Neither is the baby going to come any earlier than that, nor later." She held my hand. "This is the time when you need to have a lot of sabr, Sunshine." 

"I'm just praying that the baby comes out safely, and is healthy. Ameen." 

"May Allah give you both good health and long lives. Ameen." Mama kissed my forehead.

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Rohaan

I almost dropped my phone with nervousness as I paced the waiting room.

"Rohaan!" Mama entered, her eyes wide. "How is she doing?" Papa followed behind her, looking almost amused as he saw my state.

"Mama." I hugged my mother tightly. "I feel so helpless. This waiting is so difficult." 

"The anxiety of a new dad. I'm very much familiar with it." Papa patted my back. "The best thing to do right now is make duas, kid." 

"Can I go and see her?" Mama asked.

"Yes, she's in the last room down the hall. Chachi's with her." I told her.

Mama headed out, and I took a few shallow breaths, trying to remain calm.