Bowled Over By The Broken

Chapter 50: Hold Me

5th August, 2018

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"and Allaah does what He wills"

[Ibraaheem 14:27]

Chapter 50:

Hold Me

"All the work for the day is done, I'll get going."

Anabya looked up, from where she sat in the living room and glanced at the lady in question.

"Okay, Kamla Mousi," she replied subconsciously, her thoughts in a completely different route.

As the door clicked close, she resumed her task of sitting idly on the loveseat as she stared at the open sky from the transparent balcony doors.

She'll admit it – she was totally freaking out!

She had looked up for the closest hospital and visited a gynecologist to confirm the news the next morning, and now, she was honestly going mad.

She was mystified. The news had come at a time when she wasn't ready for it and now she felt entirely unprepared, distorted and incompetent. The idea of it had seemed dream like at one point of time, but now, it seemed too unreal.

She forced herself, and gingerly moved her palm to her belly, and as she slowly let the feeling sweep in, she found her eyes turn glassy. Because while she thought she was unprepared, who was she to decide the time of blessings? They came when Allah knew you were ready, and if The Controller of all our affairs who knew more than we ever could had planned for this, who was she to oppose the idea or call it bad timing?

Shamaaz and Anabya right now stood on a quaking ground, and while she was finding ways to strengthen their foundation, maybe this could be a turning point in their relationship. It was a risky thought, with a lot of what ifs attached to it, and while this could rip them apart, there was also a possibility it could bring them together.

People said men usually changed after having a child, but that also made her wonder - didn't they were the ones who said men changed after marriage?

Yeah, that didn't work in her case.

But she shook her head as her thoughts hinted towards pessimism and forced herself to ponder over the fact that children were blessings from Allah, and it would be too soon for her to form a depressing judgment about this whole thing.

And right now, after a long time, Anabya felt a bolt of energy strike through her as she risked the thought of a happy life with him. This could be wishful thinking but for once, she wanted to leave no room for negativity. Shamaaz was her husband, he was going to be the father of their child, and there was no other time in all these months that Anabya realized, they had to make this work, they absolutely needed to. And she was ready to give it her all, she was going to absolutely do this, in sha Allah!

And she only hoped he would too...

So while the uncertainties weighed her down, Anabya stood up with a new found motive. She was still, a bit unsteady, but if it was happening, there had to be a good reason for it and that's all that she wanted to focus her thoughts on at this point.