mommy's misfortune

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They were discharged from the hospital nd they were taken home.  Teemah was d one now helping mommy because of her condition.  She hardly have enough energy to take care of herself.

Mommy's POV
Ohh God Maa, I have lost my child,  my baby is gone,  y did it happen,  why? I wept bitterly, my head on Maa's laps, she was only patting my back to ease my pain. 

Jamilawhy do u have to question God's doings? Ehn.. Don't u know that it's qadr nd every Muslim is expected to accept qadr, don't u know that?  So wipe your tears and pray to Allah the most gracious, he knows the reason for making it happen dat way. Maa said to me.

I quickly recited astagfirullah for questioning God's work. Okay Maa, may Allah forgive us all. I said with tears threatening to drop from my eyes nd we all chorused Ameen.
I stood up nd left for my bedroom nd i just swung d door open and I saw my husband jamil sitting on my bed.  I walked straight to where he was sitting with tears already rolling down my face. I walked fast and hugged him cuz i needed support at that moment.  Am so sorry jamilforgive me i was unable to take care of our baby jamil.  Forgive me.....  She wept bitterly.
Jamil was quiet all this while,  he looked at her with love and pity.
common hunnie,  it's all God doings,  he has a special reason for making this happen, now stand up and go to the bathroom and clean up. Daddy said smiling. Mommy stood up and quietly entered the bathroom.

Few months later,  mommy was pregnant again! Joy knew no bounds in that house.  Everyone was happy in anticipation of a baby in the house in the next seven months.  Mommy is just two months pregnant. Well, daddy pampered mommy alot,  he doesn't allow her to pick even a broomstick. He brought rukky to the house to help teemah with the house chores coz his wife does nothing than to eat, drink,  take her bath and sleep in that house.
Rukky is daddy's younger sister.  She's just in her early 20s.

Things were moving smoothly and like play like play,  it's already six months now.  Mommy's stomach was big already,  you will see her and swear that she's due in some weeks.

Hey sweetie,  don't pick dat plate,  it's not ur work u know. I don't want my dear wife to be exhausted, she should have enough time to rest. Daddy said as he was coming downstairs from his room.  mommy just finished eating spicy indomie nd she wanted to take the plate to the kitchen since Teemah wasn't close,  she's in her room making a call.  Mommy rolled her eyes as she blushed.

C'mon bby,  I have to excercise my body too,  after all,  wat Would taking a single plate to the kichen do to me huhh?  U knw it's nothing!  Mommy said as she stared at her loving and caring husband.
WateverDaddy said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. 

MOMMY'S  POV
Two months later.....

I just finished eating spaghetti and meatballs.  It was so delicious,  teemah prepared it purposely for me.  Teemah!  Teemah,  I called on teemah to come and clear the table.  Yes sisi am here,  teemah said as she sat on the chair next to me.  I smiled at her.   
Agghhsisi, u finished the whole food,  WTF!  U re becoming something else faateemah said surprisingly.

C'mon i didn't finish it alone! I tried to defend myself.

Toh,  who ate the food with you,  you were alone since mana. Teemah argued.

Owwww u have now forgotten That little jamil or jamila is helping me to eat plenty food!  I said while pointing at my big belly.  We all burst into laughter and i stood up to leave for my room.  I walked gently through the stairs because of my heavy tummy,  it added much weight to me.  I swung the door open nd i entered my well decorated room which smells good of the turaren wuta i put ealier before going downstairs to eat.  I sat on my bed and looked at my belly,  the baby was kicking,  aww,  I can't wait to carry my child in my arms one day,  i kept rubbing my tummy with my right palm while I imagine myself with my habibi holding our child in just a month.  I suddenly felt a strange pain below my navel,  ouchh!  It hurts!  I said to myself.  Suddenly the pain became worse,  I had to reach my fone to call teemah But the phone is on my dressing mirror,  I can't stand up not to talk of reaching it.  I started to groan in pain but am sure,  if not God's mercy,  no one's gonna hear me coz they are all downstairs nd by the way,  my door is closed.  Tnx to Allah i didn't lock it.
I was already sweating profusely and i was crawling to reach for my fone.  I tried and tried harder but to no avail.  Ohhh Allah,  ease me from this pain I prayed to Allah the almighty with tears streaming down my face.  It was 1:20 pm already nd daddy comes back home past 2 every weekday.  The pain was increasing and there was no possible solution. I was just rolling helplessly on the rug.  I attempted to release a loud sound,  maybe someone can hear me but it seems if I do dat,  I'll kill myself because the higher i raise my voice,  the higher the pain increases.  I checked the wall clock again nd it says 1:29
What!!  This isn't a situation i can wait for jamil to come back,  i think am going to die.  I have to do something even if it means am dying nd my child will survive.  I felt i was wet only for me to check and see myself in a pool of blood, i released a very thunderous sound out of fear.  What!  Am bleeding all this while nd i didn't notice?

Just then,  teemah badged in breathing heavily. Innalillahi wa inna ilaihir ra ji unsisi wat happenedWe have to you rush to the hospital,  she turned nd went out of the room and in just a minute, she was back with rukky nd they supported me to stand up.  Rukky opened my wardrope and dragged the first hijab see saw,  she was also confused,  she put it on me and we immediately left the room without closing the wardrobe.
Who cares about clothes again,  wen we are talking about life here.  We went downstairs after much struggle,  we reached for the door of the parlor.  Teemah stretched her hand nd opened it letting us out of the building.  I started feeling dizzy nd boom!  The place was completely dark for me. 

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