A mother's love knows no bounds. It is the love that is pure, it has no sentiments. A mother's love is unconditional; it is the only love that is worth dying for. A mother's love starts from the very first day she knows of the foetus inside her. She begins to love the little life growing inside her and never stops dreaming of the day her baby will come into this world, her happiness is the knowledge that she will be able to hold her baby, a life she brought into this world.
A mother's love is something that no one can explain, it is made of deep devotion and sacrifice and pain, it is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may for nothing can destroy it or take that away- Helen Steiner Rice
Motherhood: all love begins and end there, unfortunately for Amal, she will not get to experience the joy of motherhood. She will not experience the feeling of loving someone without holding back; Amal will not be able to hold her little bundle of joy.
'Why isn't she waking up?' the man asked the nurse anxiously, looking back at the fragile Amal who has been unconscious for about eight hours now.
'I can't say for sure sir, she should have woken up by now. Normally all she needs will be few hours of rest after the miscarriage. The pills do not do any harm other than flushing the baby out.' The nurse explained further as she checked the heart-monitor and increased the speed of the drip on Amal's hand.
Oblivious to them, Amal was slowly regaining consciousness. She heard voices faintly and they sounded far away, she was trying very hard to open her eyes but her eye-lids decided to gang up on her. Treacherous eyes!
'The baby is out, you are very sure' the other man said though it sounded more like a statement. He needed confirmation from the nurse lady.
That voice, it sounds awfully familiar to Amal but she couldn't seem to place a face to the voice. Her thought went back to what he said earlier, her baby, her baby is no more. The realisation hit her in full force, she prayed for a child all her life, she found kids cute, when Feedy told her about her pregnancy she felt close to tears. The joy of holding her child in her arms, she wanted that. when Beebah complains on having so little rest at night because of the crying kids, Amal wished she had that, she wished she could stay up singing a lullaby for her kids, telling them stories about our beloved prophet, she wished to run around the house with her beautiful daughter as she refused to take her lunch, she wished she would talk to her about the ideal boy to marry, Amal wished she had a child, a child she could call hers.
'I'm positive sir, the drug we mixed in her lunch will flush out the baby hence the excessive bleeding, but what I don't get is why she isn't waking up. There are rare cases why the patient's system is weak and in that case the patient will take time before they regain consciousness...' here, the nurse glanced at her wrist watch and back to Amal who did a good job lying still and managed to control her breathing. 'She still isn't in danger, let's give her an additional hour, if she doesn't wake up, we have no option than to go into surgery. Pray it doesn't get to that.' the nurse explained anxiously.
'I hope it doesn't, thank you Sabrina, you are a life saver.'
That voice! Who was it? It sounds very familiar, Amal knew she knew that voice, but for some reason, she can't remember where. There's no doubt in her mind that whoever that voice belongs to, is responsible for her terminated pregnancy. Who is it?
'I'll take my leave, if there's any improvement, press that bottom over there; I'm just an office away.'
'Thank you once again.'
Amal heard them headed towards the door then she heard the door close behind them. She slowly opened her eyes and studied her environment. This was no hospital, the room was a little bit too small for her liking, there was a dispenser just by the door, there was another chair by her side. She tried looking for anything that will be useful to her, she atleast should try and leave this god forsaking place. No one is coming to save her and she doubts the assassins will be so kind to let her leave with her life when all this is over. Unfortunately for her there was nothing in the room that will be of any help to her. Footsteps, she heard footsteps which means someone was coming, she lied down quickly and closed her eyes waiting for whoever it was to come back.
'How is she feeling? Any improvement?' someone asked just when the other man was about to open the door to her room. That voice she knew all too well. It was none other than the devil himself. Maish
'No, nothing yet. I'm scared something is going to go wrong, I can't lose her.'
That voice! How could she not remember that voice, she felt her chest tightening, panic clawing its way into her mind? She was slowly losing her mind, how can this be happening to her? That voice she always loved, that voice always gave her peace, that voice was her strength, it was the only thing that kept her sane when she thought she might lose it all. The thought of the owner of that voice gave her comfort. Whenever she felt like giving up, that voice pushed her further. How can this be happening to her? Yaa Allah what is this? Yaa Allah why is this happening to her? Yaa Allah is this some kind of a test on her faith? Oh Allah you don't burden a soul with what it cannot bear. I'm afraid I can't bear this! Oh Allah please.
Astaghfirullah
'What if I lose her Maish?' the man asked with a very broken voice.
That voice that was a voice she remembers all too well. Why won't she? She lived her whole life listening to it. That voice was her father's voice; she knows it all too well.
Abduljabbar Omar Delilah
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