Mafia and Muslimah: A journey to iman

PART:28

As Ali drove Hayat to the gynecologist for her check-up, a man suddenly stepped Infront if the car.

Ali immediately slammed on the brakes and instinctively turned to Hayat, his eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay, Janaan?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. Hayat nodded, but her heart was pounding.

Ali's expression darkened when he saw the man blocking their path. He stepped out of the car, his posture tense, ready for whatever was coming

The man, with a sinister smirk, pulled out a gun and aimed at Ali. But instead of showing fear, Ali chuckled, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "You're trying to scare me with that toy? It was my plaything in some era."

The man sneered, "I know who you are, Ali. You were a big gangster, but I'm a wanted criminal now."

Ali raised an eyebrow, feigning interest. "Wanted? For what? Stealing garbage?" He scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Hayat watched from inside the car, her anxiety growing as the tension outside escalated. She tried to open the door to intervene, but Ali had already locked it, knowing she would try something like this. She sighed in frustration, her eyes glued to the unfolding confrontation.

The man, irritated by Ali's mocking, moved to pull the trigger, but Ali was faster. In a split second, Ali grabbed the man’s wrist, twisting it sharply until the gun fell from his hand. With practiced ease, Ali slammed the man against the car, his grip like a steel. “You think you can just wave a gun around and scare me? Do you know who you're dealing with?” he hissed, his voice low and menacing.

The man winced in pain , trying to wriggle free, but Ali held him firmly. “Why did you try to rob me? What's the reason?” Ali demanded, his tone cold and authoritative. He slammed the man's head against the car, causing him to groan in pain.

Hayat,watching all this, felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew Ali had a dark past, but seeing it in action was something else entirely. She was caught between fear for Ali and concern for the man he was effortlessly overpowering.

The man, now desperate, mumbled something incoherent, but Ali wasn't having it. “Speak up! Or do you need another reminder of what I used to do to people like you?” Ali's eyes blazed with a dangerous fire, the remnants of his past surfacing for a brief moment.

Ali watched as the man’s eyes filled with tears, his voice trembling as he explained his desperate situation. “My wife… she’s pregnant and in so much pain. I don’t have the money to take her to the hospital. No one will lend me anything, and I’m afraid… I’m afraid I’m going to lose her and the baby.”

He looked at the man with a mixture of empathy and determination. “Where is she? Take me to her, and I’ll make sure she gets the care she needs.”

The man blinked, disbelief and hope battling in his eyes. “Are you serious? You’d do that for us?”

Ali nodded, his voice firm. “Yes. Now, let’s not waste any more time. Get in the car, and I’ll take you both to the hospital.”

They arrived at the man’s small, dilapidated home. Ali could see the worry etched into the man’s face as he rushed inside, emerging moments later with his wife, who was pale and clutching her stomach in pain. Hayat quickly moved to help the woman into the car, her own face reflecting concern.

As they drove to the hospital, the woman’s groans filled the car, and Ali could feel the urgency of the situation. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his credit card, handing it to the man.

“When we get there, use this to cover the expenses. Don’t worry about paying it back. Just make sure your wife and baby are okay.”

The man’s hands shook as he took the card, his eyes brimming with tears. When they arrived at the hospital, he rushed inside with his wife, clutching the card like a lifeline. Ali and Hayat waited outside, the tension in the air thick.