Life Without You✔.

Chapter Twenty Four: Life without you.

Assalamu-alaikum my dear sisters we have finally come to the end of life without you and I couldn't have done it without all of you, jazakallahu-khairan.

And I hope that you will share this book with your friends insha Allah, love y'all so much and if you haven't read my other books then make sure you do, I promise you this you won't regret it.
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●A memory lasts forever. Never does it die. Through friends stay together and never say goodbye.●
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Ayman's POV.
United Kingdom.

It's been two months, and there has been no sign of improvement in Bibi's health, so I decided to bring her back to the UK for treatment. Her breathing and everything else are normal, but she's still sleeping. I have been here for the past two months, from morning until night.

Entering the dimly lit hospital room, I walk over to the seat I keep beside her bed and sit down. "Hey, I am back from the mosque, and I prayed for you. The doctors and nurses are all wishing you a quick recovery. Please wake up soon. We all miss you, especially your mom. I know you can hear me, so please fight whatever it is that is stopping you from waking up, okay?"

The doctor said we should try and have conversations with her because he said she can hear us, so hearing the voice of her loved ones might trigger something and she might wake up. But what scares me the most is that he said that because her body doesn't have enough nutrients and the wound won't heal properly, another reason why I want her to wake up as soon as possible.

Placing her small hand in mine, I held it for some warmth. Her hand has always been this cold, and I find peace in doing that. On reciting some duas, I slept off with Bibi's hand in mine.





Bibi's POV.


Starring in my sleep, I felt a sharp pain in my belly. What happened to me? I asked myself. I tried moving my right hand, but it was like something was holding onto it. Opening my eyes, I closed them again, trying to adjust to the light above me. Blinking a few times, I looked over to my side. I found a sleeping Ayman. Raising my head slowly, I looked around the room.

What am I doing in the hospital, and why is there pain in my stomach? Any slight movement made the place hurt. And why is Ayman here and holding onto my hand?

Removing my hand from Ayman's own made him wake up. Oh my Allah, why did he have to wake up now?
"Bibi!" He exclaimed, "You're awake?" "How did you...?" Are you okay? Do you feel any pain? "I should probably call the door, he said, running out of the room.

I had to laugh; he looked scared, confused, and happy at the same time. I wondered why, trying to get up from the hospital bed, the pain came hitting me hard, and I had to sit back down, raising the hospital gown. I saw a nasty-looking wound on the far end of my belly; it was stitched up with thread.

Placing my hand on it as if to regulate the pain, everything came flooding back like an open dam.

Bilkisu, me, the kitchen, the slaps, and the last thing I could remember was being stabbed by Bilkisu. And as if on que, Ayman walks in with a doctor behind him.

"Hello Nadia, welcome back. How are you feeling?" she chirped happily. "Could you please sit properly so I can do some check-ups on you?" she asked

 
"Sure," I say. Laying back down, she checked my vitals and asked me some questions. "Mr. Jalaludeen, I must say your wife is a warrior; she fought it, and she should be back on her feet and discharged before next week," she said, referring to Ayman.

Closing my eyes as I heard the clicking sound of the door, I slept off.

Waking up the next morning, I found Mama, Aunty Maimuna, Yaya Yasmin, Yaya Ibteey, Yaya Fareed, Fayha, and Ayman sitting around the room talking about random things. "Mama," I croaked, my vocal chords not used to me talking.

"My baby," she cried, walking over to my bed and giving me a hug. "I thought I had lost you," she smiled through tears. "No, mama don't cry," I said, trying to sit up as Ayman ran to my side.

"I can do it by myself," I said, looking anywhere but him. "Oh, okay, I just thought you needed some support to sit up," he said, a bit disappointed at the tone I had used.

"And I said, I'm fine, thank you; I don't need your help." "Mama, you shouldn't cry. The most important thing right now is that I am okay, yes?" I questioned, "Yes, Bibi, you are right; we should probably leave; you need to get some rest. "See you tomorrow, okay?" she said, picking up her handbag.

"Bye bibi," Fayha and Yaya Ibteey squealed, hugging me. Wallah, you guys haven't changed a bit," I smiled. It feels like I've been away for a whole year.