UmmuAbiha ( Her father's mother)

Chapter 50

Ummi's pov

Day's, week's, month's passed and its being a year and a half since ya salim left. He will back in six months.

Amma is pregnant with twin's. A boy and a girl. Hanan is also pregnant with a baby girl. I'm so glad I'm going to become an aunt soon.

Today everyone is off and they're all glued to their phones, I don't know but they all seem anxious and worried about something.

"Why do you all seem so anxious" i asked.

"It's nothing" mama answered

"Do I seem anxious?" Madeeha asked.
But madeeha would have just scoffed at my question but she didn't instead she asked me a question and it only mean's one thing, something is definitely wrong.

"No you don't" I flashed her a weak smile.

My mind wondered to all sort of possibilities of what could be wrong. I asked myself so many questions but the only answers I got were terrible. I decided to get the thought of anything bad out of my mind.

Minute's passed, hour's passed but everyone seems to be in the same position. None of them was moving an inch.

"Uh uhm" I cleared my throat.

"It's time for asr" i said and they all dispersed to go and pray.

I'm not praying so I decided to sit and wait for them all to come back. I notice madeeha has left her phone, so I decided to check.

As I stood up to carry the phone, a call came in, a call from ya salim and for the first time in my life I hesitated to answer his call. Somewhere in my mind was telling me not to answer the call while somewhere in my mind was telling me to.

The phone rang again and my curiosity got the better of me and I answered the call.

"Hello lil sis" he said from the other end.

"Hello" i said.
Well actually a hello won't make any difference and I'm sure he won't know it's not madeeha.

"I called mama and baba but none of them picked. The surgery will begin in 30 minutes pls tell them so. Pray for me lil sis, I really hope the surgery becomes successful and if it isn't pls forgive me and ask my four eyes to forgive me too. Don't tell her anything now pls. Tell her i love her though. Tell nasir and zayan I said hi" he croaked.

"What surgery? What's happening? What is it that you don't want her to tell me" I asked tear's already streaming down my face.

"Ummi" he whispered and cut the call. I threw the phone and sat down waiting for madeeha because I need an explanation. What the freaking jahannam is happening which no one wants me to find out.

"What are you doing with my phone"she stammered and I looked up my eyes bloodshot red.

"Tell me sis, what's happening? Surgery? What's all this about surgery?" I asked.

She quickly carried her phone and checked.

"Oh shit" she ruffled her hair.

"Tell me madeeha" I probed.

"It's nothing my dear" mama who was just coming in try to tell me off.

"There's no use hiding it anymore, just tell me what the hell is happening" i said.

"Look I already..." ma started but madeeha cut her off.

"No ma, there's no use hiding it anymore. But ummi are sure you can handle the truth?" She asked with a raised brow.

"Just tell me wtf is happening" i yelled.

"He has cancer. He has liver cancer" she said looking at me with tear's in her eyes.

No no no no no no no no no. How? Why? How? Ya Allah why?

"No madeeha tell me you're lying" I said.

"I'm sorry but I can't tell you what you want to hear" she said and sat down.

I staggered backward. No! It can't be, it shouldn't even be. The surgery it has to be successful. He has to come back, he will have to come back, things just can't end like this. We didn't say a proper goodbye so he has to come back. Nothing must happen to him. Nothing must go down the drain, nothing must come crashing down once again because I'm afraid this time around I won't be able to bear it.

I wish i didn't answer that phone call.

"Mama" I looked at her

"UmmuAbiha" she called but I had no time to argue about that name.

"He must come back, he will have to come back. Things must not end like this" i said and she hugged me. We sat there waiting.

Later baba came back from the masjid and joined.

After 3hrs a call came in from Ashraf. We all stood to our feets. Baba answered the call but from the way his face fell, something must be wrong. He ended the call and began.

"The surgery..."he croaked.

"What about the surgery?" We chorused. He looked at us particularly me and I hated that look, that look of pity, it creeps me out.

"The surgery..." he didn't finish the sentence and now there's tear's in his eyes.

At this rate I have given up. Ya salim is gone, he's gone, he has left us. At the end everything came crashing down once again.

Why Allah? Why? Why is my fate so crooked? What have I done in life to deserve all this, just what?

"Tell me, what about the surgery?" Mama probed and at this rate madeeha too has given up. She slipped to the ground.

"No Abdulazeez, my son cannot die, he cannot leave me. My son Abdulazeez. I want my son back" mama burst into tear's.

"The surgery was successful hauwa" baba addressed mama.

My heart went MIA for a second before his words finally registered in my brain then my ears.

The surgery was successful Hauwa

"Alhamdulillah" i whispered and did sujood shukr to thank Allah.

"Baba did you have to say it in such a dramatic way"madeeha asked.

"Ask him, he almost caused me a heart attack" mama replied.

"But it was fun seeing your reactions" he beamed.

"It was a bad joke baba, a lame one tbh" I shook my head in utter disgust.

"I'm sorry" he pouted and I smiled

"But I will be sure to gist salim about it" he winked at me and we all laughed.

Baba will always be baba. To his family members he's baba but to the outside world he's the great business tycoon Abdulazeez Nasir Madaki.

After an hour, we all FaceTime Ashraf to see ya salim. Even on his sick bed he crack jokes. Ya salim tbh is one of a kind.

We talked about everything and nothing but ya salim actually has alot to explain. Let him come back first.

Atlast nothing came crashing down. Nothing went down the drain. Nothing ended the way it wasn't supposed to.

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The way my heart was beating when I heard ya salim was death ehn.

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