Divine Affinity

The break of Dawn

Rayhaan's POV

One moment I was screaming for Aasmaa to stop and the nex, a car cames out of nowhere and before I could stop it, Aasmaa lay in the middle of the road,  bleeding, crushed. I watched my world explode. No no no no no! I held her in my arms screaming for her not to leave me, I couldn't breathe, couldn't live. Somehow I managed to gather enough feeling in my numb, bloody hands to call the ambulance.

Aasmaa had to be taken into the operating room immediately if there was any chance of her surviving...

A couple of broken ribs, a brain  hemaridge, a broken leg, a fractured jaw, scraps all over her body and 7 hours of surgery later, Aasmaa lay unconscious in ICU, unconscious, but with a slight heartbeat.

It had been a week. The doctors spoke of slim survival chances and a coma lasting from a few days to years. I didn't care, Aasmaa was a miracle, my miracle and I would wait even an eternity to tell her that. My tears fell carelessly as after all these days, I didn't even notice them anymore. My parents were absolutely mortified, we resided merely as three living corpses. We didn't eat, didn't sleep, didn't laugh... No one could help, nothing could help, nothing but bowing down in prayer and begging for my soul to live on and that is exactly what I did.

Oh my dear Lord. You had taken away from me a dear girl, my wife, and I broke into a million pieces. I didn't think I could ever feel warmth again. But then you sent Aasmaa to me, warm, sweet, beautiful Aasmaa and I started to breathe again, I learned to love. Lord if she leaves me, I will perish, I won't make it, please, please have mercy on me...

I spent the next day by Aasmaa's side reading to her from her favorite book of poems. I wasn't sure if she could hear me. I chose to believe she did.I started to read a poem by William Shakespeare

"Aasmaa,  I know you love this one. Do you remember how you'd irritate me to try and understand the deeper meaning?" I asked while stroking her hand. "Please irritate me again love, I promise I won't argue. Aasmaa..." I couldn't break in front of her, not now. "Okay don't answer stubborn child. I've tried to memorize this one for you so here goes... Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit empidiments. Love is not love that changes... I mean tempers, I mean..." gosh I had forgotten the words. I decided to take a sneak into the book when I felt her fingers tighten around mine and her unsteady lips whisper, "Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds..."

I couldn't believe it. "Aasmaa! you're okay, you're awake," I kept mumbling over and over as I left a trail of kisses across her hands. The doctor came in to examine her. She couldn't let go of my hand, I couldn't bare losing hers either, holding on for dear life. The doctor told us that her surviving was a true miracle. He told us it would take a long time for Aasmaa to heal but that eventually she would be completely well again.

"So I have something to say," I told her later that night. She asked me not to say anything, she told me it didn't have to be now, but I was through with wasting so many moments, her accident taught me that you really don't know how many you have left. She protested, I laid a finger on her lips to silence her, reached into my pocket to pull out a long stemmed rose, I stroked her bruised cheek with the petals and finally said,  "I love you Aasmaa, I love you so much." She had tears floating in her eyes, incapable of speaking she mouthed slightly,  "I love you too." I gave her a big, goofy smile before leaning down and touching my lips to hers for just a second, careful not to hurt her. "Get well quickly love, we have our entire lives to live.

1 Year Later

Aasmaa's POV

It's been a tough recovery, but I can't say I haven't enjoyed it. Rayhaan's undivided attention, the romantic four month vacation to London, Venice, Rome, Prague, Australia, climaxing in a one month visit to my mum in India, my new position as junior head of the Psychology department at our local hospital and of course, the new pitter patter of tiny feed running around our home. Yes, our daughter. She had Rayhaan's sandy brown hair and my honey eyes. She reminded me so much of her dad in her smile, it always stopped my breath.

We called her Sahar, which means dawn. And how fitting indeed for it is exactly what Rayhaan and I were to each other, the break of dawn after a stormy night. Sahar was Rayhaan's princess, I had never seen him happier than when he played with her, held her, loved her.

I often sit and think of my reality, the reality of Rayhaan coming home from work, Sahar hiding behind the curtain screaming,  "daddy find meee", Rayhaan lifting her up into the air and spinning her round and round as she laughed endlessly shouting for her Mama to come save her... my reality put every dream to sleep, my reality was my dream, eyes wide open, and the best part is: this was only the beginning.

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I want to take this opportunity to thank all my readers for their endless support. This was my very first piece of writing and I am so overwhelmed by the amazing response. I hope you enjoyed Rayhaan and Aasmaa's journey just as much as I loved writing it. Hopefully I will be working on more pieces very soon. Until then...
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