Dasuki State, Nigeria.
2022
Someone should please tell her that Asad isn’t reeking of alcohol. Is he drunk?
He stared at her with those eyes before looking down at her stomach, which felt very heavy at the moment. What was he thinking? You never really know what goes on in the young man's head.
He didn’t say anything before finding a place to sit on the couch. He turned on the TV and relaxed. Umaimah felt too heavy to even stand up.
"Asad, please take me to the hospital?" she asked for what felt like the hundredth time. She knew what would come next, but maybe, just maybe, his better side might show up and he would take her. But her words fell on deaf ears as he increased the volume of the TV.
She sat there like a helpless, immobile figure, too exhausted to do anything as the pain in her stomach intensified. She crawled, screaming, uttering all the prayers she knew.
What’s happening with her baby?
Why is this happening to her? She doesn’t deserve this.
"InnaLLAha Ma'as Sabireen," she whispered to herself, trying to steady her mind. Sabr (patience), Umaimah.
But how could she practice patience when her body was in so much pain?
She could feel the sweat forming on her forehead and thighs, but the pain wasn’t easing. Desperation took over as she crawled to Asad’s legs, gripping them for support.
"Please, I beg you, take me to the hospital. What if I'm about to have the baby?" she pleaded.
Asad pushed her away, but she crawled back. Then, her water broke.
"Asad, look. Please don’t be this heartless," she begged. She needed him to help—both for her and for their baby.
Asad stood up, his alcohol clearly taking over him as he fumbled to maintain balance. His words were slurred as he grabbed her chin, looking down at her.
"Why should I listen to you? Did you listen when I said not to have the baby?" he muttered, his voice harsh and filled with bitterness. "We could have had a different life, but no, you decided to keep the baby. So why do you want to give birth now? Keep it inside you, keep it forever." He turned his back on her, clearly annoyed.
Umaimah didn’t have the energy to listen to his words anymore. The exhaustion from the pain was overwhelming.
A figure caught her eye. Had Zizi been inside this whole time? Why hadn't she come in to help? Umaimah knew Zizi was with Asad, but surely, as a fellow woman, she would have shown some compassion.
"You, Umaimah!" Asad said, pointing his finger in her direction. His gestures were unsteady as he fell to the ground, clearly too intoxicated to be of any help.
Umaimah couldn’t bear this any longer. She could feel it—the baby was coming.
She screamed in pain, the agony making her feel as if she might tear apart. The hospital was far away, and she had no way to get help.
"Umaimah you bitch, keep the baby inside you," Asad muttered weakly, his voice fading as he drifted into unconsciousness.
She was alone now.
But if all mother's do feel this pain and suffering before giving birth to a new life then how heartless could a mother be to leave her child.
Being in this spot, she wonders if mothers will ever not like their children. There's just no way, is there? Maybe.
She let out another scream, she can feel the baby coming out already. He's there beneath her she can feel it and she kept pushing hard, sweating, bleeding and feeling the pain she's never thought existed in this world
No! Don't talk about her mental health because it's a mess.
And the last one which made her feel as if she's going to tear into two different pieces, as if she's about to break, Scratch that as if the life inside her and the soul inside her is about to depart from her body.
"INNA LILLAHI WA INNA ILAIHI RAJI'UN" She yelled.
Is this the pain mother's feel or is it hers that is different?
If it is the same pain then there's no way her mother abandoned her, she can't pass this nightmare and still abandon her right?
The amount of blood gushing out from her body should have scared her but it didn't.
Seeing the cute angel that followed suit. It's a girl! After all the struggles of more than two hours, she made it and she gave birth.
The reason she has been fighting all this while, here she is. Her Treasure.
She smiled on her face that is now ragged, filled with sweat and tears.
But it's worth it, her baby girl.
She has to be cute, she's Asad And her baby. The enigma of beauty!
Wait! Why isn't she crying or moving?
She picked her up on her arms and gently she touched her.
"Wake Up, Baby!" She said another set of tears welling up in her eyes. "Wake up baby, Mummy is here. Don't be scared please,"
No, Baby doesn't want to wake up. Maybe she wants to sleep. She hugged her baby tight into her chest, she'll wake up later when she wants to.
And she heard some commotion outside probably by the gate side. Minutes later someone opened the doorknob just in time before she passed out.
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