Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

I'll Take Care Of You ✅

"There's a thin line between the dead and the living...and that is the deception of the words"

Third persons POV

Zach’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh my goodness,” he said, his voice cracking slightly with shock.

Azad nodded, her face a portrait of sadness and exhaustion. “I know, right?”

Leaning in with genuine concern, Zach asked, “So, what happened next?”

Azad took a deep breath, her shoulders slumping with fatigue. “Well, my husband and I took the first flight here. Honestly, it was a nightmare. First, because my sister was in the hospital.” She glanced at Abtal, who gave a small, understanding nod.

“And second,” Abtal chimed in with a wry grin, “Azad has a deep-seated fear of planes. She’s terrified of them.”

Azad shot him a mock-glare, though a touch of affection softened her annoyance. “Abtallll, stop embarrassing me.”

Abtal put on an exaggerated pout. “Oh, sorry, baby mama.”

Despite the tension, Azad couldn’t help but smile faintly. Zach observed their interaction and thought, ‘They’re truly adorable, even in this turmoil.’

“Yeah, that too,” Azad admitted, her voice softening. “The trip was awful, but Alhamdulilah, we made it here in one piece.”

Zach looked curious. “Alhamdulilah? That means ‘thanks to the Lord,’ right?”

Azad nodded, her surprise evident. “Yes, that’s right.”

Zach looked slightly embarrassed. “Sorry for interrupting. Please, go on.”

Azad’s expression grew somber as she continued. “So, we finally arrived, and the hospital was overwhelming.”

Her voice cracked as she spoke. “It was my turn to stay with Amal. She hadn’t opened her eyes in a week. It was terrifying for all of us. I felt utterly helpless.”

She gazed out the window, her eyes clouded with anguish and exhaustion. “Mom was a wreck. Amal’s her baby girl, and seeing her like that, motionless and unresponsive, was absolutely heart-wrenching. Watching Mom suffer, knowing I couldn’t do anything to ease her pain, was crushing.”

Azad’s voice trembled as she shared her feelings. “I remember Amal begging me not to leave her when I got married. It was one of the few real issues I had with my husband. The family didn’t know this, but...”

She paused, taking a shaky breath. “I felt like he was taking me away from her, from my family, to another country. I missed out on all those little moments we shared—our morning jokes, our smiles, our rants. It felt like everything we had was slipping away, and I was powerless to stop it. But that’s what growing up means, right?”

Her voice grew sharper with pain. “What scares me the most is what the doctors said—that there’s a limit to how long someone can stay in a coma. After that, they might just... give up.”

Tears welled up in Azad’s eyes, her voice breaking. “What hurts the most is knowing that my little sister was attacked by some senseless idiots, and I couldn’t get here in time to see her, let alone protect her. It’s like living in a nightmare that just won’t end. I couldn’t protect her then, and I still can’t now. She doesn’t even want us to sue those boys. I’m lost. I honestly don’t even know what to do.”

Her voice grew louder, tinged with desperation and raw pain as she struggled to articulate the overwhelming emotions swirling inside her. Abtal’s heart ached as he watched, feeling a profound sense of helplessness rise within him.