Hajara's Journey (A Love Story)

Chapter Eighteen

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Two weeks after,and my grandma was still in the ICU. She went on coma for three days but luckily she woke up. According to Hanna's mom the doctor said she was a miracle and strong patient.

Because even though everything looked wrong something still kept her. And all I could tell Hanna's mom was that it was Allah only Allah could do that.

Hanna's dad was the one paying all her bills and I was more than grateful the man was a real blessing from the Almighty.

Currently I was on my prayer mat reading my rosary. With each bead I pulled, I asked for forgiveness and patience from God. And my heart was filled with gratitude and also the fear and love for Allah.

My phone started to vibrate and Kamal's name flashed on the screen. I finished my azkar and called him back.
After we spoke some weeks ago I spoke to him only ones and that a very brief one.

"Can you please come to the General hospital " he asked
I stood up abruptly

"is anything wrong?" I asked

"No just come over already. And come with Hanna I know you still doubt me chai" he responded whiles laughing.

And for the first time in a while I smiled. It has been a very long time I heard Kamal laugh and so carefree. I was astonished but happy.

Luckily it was a weekend so Hanna was at home. We hurriedly left the house to the hospital. And upon arrival, Kamal directed us to the ICU. My heart was racing. What could be going on. I was scared. There in front of Room 62 stood Kamal and Hanna's elder brother Ayub.

I was shocked and turned back to look at Hanna who only smiled and run to hug her brother who already had his arms open waiting for her embrace. I stared at them with shear happiness.

Then I turned my attention back to Kamal who was also watching the siblings with admiration.

"Mhmm " I cleared my throat and the all turned to look at me.

"So who's sick?" I was feeling they were playing a prank on me.

"Surprise!!!! " they all screamed together forgetting we were in the hospital as Kamal opened the door to one of the rooms.

Lying beneath the sheet on the hospital bed was my Grandma. I was so surprised and lost of words. I stood transfixed on the floor. Not knowing how to move again.

Her face was pale and she had a whole lot of wires connected to her body.

I moved slowly to where she laid and squeezed her thumb as I cried and prayed silently for her.

"Who planned this?" I asked no one in particular

"Kamal planned everything Hajara. He's really an angel. From her transportation, getting of visa and a whole lot.

He really is a gentleman. And dad insisted I came with him you know, in case... "

To say I was shocked, I thought he was just talking the last time he mentioned it but hey, it's Kamal we are talking about and the guy is damn serious in everything he does.
Right now I wanted to hug him but I kept still watching him. He was my Hero! Our Hero!

"You guys know how to surprise me. Really. Thank you all I'm really grateful and thankful to you all. "

"It's Allah you should thank Hajara he's the one who made us meet for all these to happen. He alone deserves all the accolades "

Kamal responded shrugging his shoulders

"And about the kidney, we got a donor from Senegal who will be joining us soon. And if things go as planned, the surgery will take place a month from now. "

"Yh about the donor, dad contacted a few people and we were able to get through the Senegalese who happens to be a distant relative.
He has already gone through all the necessary test and luckily, he's compatible "

Ayub added.

Initially, I wanted to donate one if my kidneys but as usual, no one sided with me. Not even Grandma she was adamant and wasn't going to here of me until I withdrew my suggestion.

"So what are her chances of surviving the surgery? " I asked

"Erm there are still some few test to be done before we know about that.

But currently the doctor said she's a great fighter. Her lab results shows a deteriorating kidney with each passing second but she doesn't really show any physical sign or pain. Which is a bit surprising " Kamal responded

I stared at my grandma and occasionally looked at the monitor the showed the rate of her heart beat. And all I could do was pray for her.

Today was the great day. All five of us dressed in scrubs including AA who agreed to come with stood around my grandma. She was set to go into the theatre in an hour. She looked at me with tears glinting her eyes as we raised our hands high asking the most High to grant her shifa .
"Ameen"
We all responded to AA's . He's was the last as we all prayed individually for her. I took my grandmas hand together with Hanna's and squeezed it a bit tightly. I was scared of the outcome. But I had learnt from my grandma to give thanks to the Almighty even if it wasn't successful.

I looked at her with pain. I didnt want to say it but I knew she knew what was going on in my head. My family,my parents,Who were they?

She stared back at me looking at me with sadness in her eyes. I was hurt. Why was she not going to tell me anything. I will understand I was sure I will.

"Hajara" she called
I turned to look at her. She hardly ever called me by my first this was a surprise to me.

"I keep quite not because I want to deprive you of your rights my dear. My silence hurts me more than it does to you. Silence they say is better than a lie. I will prefer you stay in ignorance than lies. I myself have no answers to your questions.

Your heart is fueled with the burning desire to know right?
But mine is filled with the ashes of that burning desire you carry for I have tried to quench the fire but it only raged as if oxygen was welcomed into it.
I'm in no position to tell you anything more especially when I know it's not what exactly happened. Keep heart my dear. For indeed Allah does not burden a heart more than it can carry. You to will find peace, comfort and a loving family. And I feel it's very soon. So take heart my dear. "

"Why grandma? Why me? " I cried but was only dragged out by the nurse. She was going into surgery.

In as much as I tried to,i didn't understand any of what she said. But now it was time to pray so I moved into the small masjid in the mosque as I prayed to the most high to save my grandma.

It was a four hours operation. But it was five hours since they begun and no one was telling us anything. I sat in the waiting room. My eyes red. Signs of deprived sleep and tears. Hanna, Ayub,Kamal and AA all stood with me. These people were my family. The family I never had. I stood up trying and stroded to go to the theatre but was stopped by Kamal. I was getting impatient already. What was keeping then in. I was visibly shaking.

"What's going on? " I asked him.

"I also don't know " and just like that he hugged me. I welcomed his embrace and for the thousand times today I cried my heart out soiling his shirt in the process.

And all he did was rub my back in a circular motion. But it was more than enough to calm me.

The doors of the theatre opened and we all rushed towards the door. The surgeon came out smiling at us.

"We've got a miracle woman lying over there. All I can say to you guys is to thank your God"

We all laughed at his expression. Indeed she was a miracle woman.

"Alhamdulilah "

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