On The Wings Of Dream

Chapter 32:sad hearts

Yusrah.....

   I slowly opened my eyes and the light was so intense that i had to close them back. I slowly opened my eyes again, finally adjusting to the light.

  "Baby!!"

Bilal half screamed and hugged my hands. I looked at the environment i am in, a hospital room with a drip stand, i stared at the blood been transfused in me.

  My look turned to Bilal's mum and sisters who all were holding my hands.

  "How are you feeling now, my dear?"

  Bilal's dad said, sitting on the plastic chair beside the bed i was lying on, taking my hand in his.

  I just stared at them, trying to remember what happened that i ended up in the hospital.

  I  quickly looked at my belly, the bump was not there. Where is my pregnancy??

  Innalillah!!

  My heart suddenly started aching as i remembered the lifeless picture of my baby. The baby is dead! I lost the baby! My baby is dead!

  I gripped the sheets on the bed, my eyes closed so tightly. All i was seeing is the baby, wrapped up in the white likkafani, ready to be buried. BURIED!!!

  I let out the cry. The tears kept streaming from my eyes, getting into my mouth, ear and running down my chin.

  I have all reasons to cry. I have put all my hopes in the baby. I had planned on how my future will be with the bundle of joy, and now dead? DEAD!!!

  Bilal hugged me so tightly on his chest, i looked up at his face, trying to read something.

  "Baby stop crying, you are hurting me! To Allah we belong and to him we shall return. Stop crying my love!!"

And it came, he cried. He joined our faces together,  my nose brushing his as our tears touched. He was cupping my face with his shaky hands as we cried.

   Mum and dad and his sisters hugged us and cried with us. Everyone was waiting restlessly for the day i will deliver our angel. But now, dead!!

   Oh my God, i never experienced this pain in my entire life, even the child birth was not as painful as how my heart is burning now. I felt i was going to die.

   A nurse came in and injected me, but i didn't feel the pain. Slowly, i felt my eyes closed into a deep slumber, but my heart still ache, the picture of my baby kept flashing in my eyes, i still cry, even though i was sleeping. It was so painful to lose a baby, after going through a hell of pains of labour, its just so unbearable. 😥

Bilal....

   I felt my world shattering when the nurse told me i lost my baby.

  "Sorry sir, but the baby didn't come out alive. Accept my condolence."

   Those were the worst words I've ever heard in my life.

What?!

My baby?

  I slumped down on my knees on the cold hospital tiles and cried. Yeah, i am a strong man, i never cry, but today, i cried like a two year old, whose mom goes out and left him without  giving him a chocolate to at least calm him.

  I cried with all my being. I cried when i remembered how my Yusrah is feeling right now. I cried when i remembered how we used to go shopping for the baby, i cried when i remembered how my parents and sisters' eyes glistened when we all used to sit in the sitting room, planning on how to raise and train my child. I cried as i remembered everything.