The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Joy

'Joy is such an amazing feeling. It's usually a smile or a hug that passes through, or maybe just their eyes gleam.. Telling you they're happy. They're joyful. Joy removes scars temporarily. It rises from inside of you and you just want to burst into a song. Literally. Joy.. A feeling everyone should share.' - Hamna (author of this book)

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WEEKS LATER
  

    I look up at the white lights shining in my face, pain rushing through my limbs, gasping for breath. I was going to die. At least that's how it felt.

    I could feel my eyes dropping, voices dimming, room spinning. But I still grasped for my babies, my babies. I felt myself sit up, and I rubbed my eyes. "Annie" several voices cooed. I sat there, waiting for my eyes to focus like a camera. And when they did, I saw several familiar faces lighting up.

"Umma!! Baba! Amir!" Escaped my lips. My voice was so croaky, as if I was crying for hours. Amir sat right beside me, running a hand through his hair as he looked at me, eyes shining with glory. He locked me in a syncing kiss. I kissed back. Something didn't feel right, but I ignored it. "Where are my babies?"

    Amir held a tiny little baby in his hands, my tiny little baby. Her arms were flailing and her eyes were glassy, sobbing, blue. Twinkling blue. Her light brown hair was so tiny. Her cheekbones where high, her little lips small, her skin so fair, like Snow White. I never wished for beautiful kids. I wanted them, yes, but I cared more for children who ran in the direction of mosques and had the glory and happiness for Islam in their hearts. However, this daughter, I can tell, will be both. She will strive to be everything I want her to be. She was so beautiful.. "Mashallah." Amir agreed, taking the words right out of my mouth.

    The nurse was holding my little son, who had the same light brown hair with little blond streaks, which both kids got from their grandma.. Mummy's hair is dirty blonde, and Amir's is a light brown while papas is also a light brown.

    His eyes are same twinkling blue.. He's gonna be a great handsome man one day inshallah. He wails too, and the nurse hands me him. The room is a blur of coos, reassuring words, and babies crying.

    Umma clothed my hand, my arm, and I smiled at her. Muna took pictures, gently wrapping a coral hijab around me. Mummy and papa stood by my other side, and auntie and uncle where there too. aleena and Bhai settled in armchairs along with Amir, close to me, and Anas was looking at the babies in wonder.

    Zaid was cradling Noor, and she cried, which made the whole room full of wails. All my babies cried, too.

   The pain and the joy mixed together took over my body. The gratefulness to Allah that my children are healthy and safe also caught up. They were all filling me up, those emotions, filled with a large space for exhaustion that simply took over the most, as much as I wanted to break into a song. I tiredly closed my eyes, the voices murmuring around me. "Darling, are you alright? Water?" Umma asks, and before I can speak, she passed me a glass of water from the bedside table.

   I gratefully took it, sipping it and placing it back to where it was. The colour scheme of this room is pretty much white, with some exceptions of blue, like the cushioned chairs lined along the perfectly sheeted single bed. Everything was a blur. A blur of pain, joy and exhaustion. I just wanted to sleep, with my babies at my side, but I knew that I had to name them soon enough. There was no hurry, for it was my decision, but, I wanted to call them something by the time I got home.

    So, we had to name our lovelies. "Let's go around the room and vote after." Muna's mom suggested, and so that's what we did.

"Nabeela, and Yaseen,"

"Yasmeen and Yusuf,"

"Alia and Yahya,"

"Rasheeda and Nabil,"

"Omera and Ayub,"

"Leena and Asher,"

   Finally it landed on me. I thought. I actually really liked Asher and Leena, but I had always loved the name Inaya. "Inaya and Asher," I declared. The room filed with cheers.

"Inaya and Asher," Amir said, trying the names out, with a ghost of a smile spreading across his face, which made me grin.

"Inaya and Asher it is!!" Mummy said. They all cheered again, and everyone wished me to get better, the room filled with flowers and congratulations cards.

   They then all left me alone after some time. I sighed in relief. I rested my head on my pillow, as a soft knock came at the door. A friendly nurse named Mary came in who helped me immensely throughout the process.
"How are you feeling after your precious delivery?"

"I don't know.. I'm feeling really tired, but I'm glad these angels are asleep. And .. Every limb in my whole body hurts like hell." I shake my head, inclining it towards Inaya and Asher who sleep soundly in the little crib like boxes next to my bed, looking like little angels.

    "Aw, I get you. But no pain, no gain, right? Let's see, would you like an Advil? And I'll lower up the lights, so you can rest." She passed me a blue and white Advil pill and I swallowed it with the water.

   She also lowered the lights, as in closed the one close to my face. The other one was open and Inaya and Asher were on rather sides of me, sleeping, in cribs.

   Another knock came and Amir slowly tiptoed inside. "I forced everyone to come back in the morning, but I'm staying," he whispered, and something didn't feel right again. Am I missing something?

   "Cool, that must have been hard. You know my family and mummy," I grinned, but even the least go that effort got me wincing.

   "Yes, very hard. Now go to sleep. " he gushed at me, sitting in the blue cushioned chair, looking quite tired himself, yet handsome as hell like always, dressed in khakis, a collared Tommy Hilfiger shirt, and slacks. He ran a hand through his soft hair.

   "Good night. " I said. I still couldn't seem to figure out what I was missing. As if I left something, something I forgot to finish off or do.

   But, the sleep takes over all these thoughts. I'll think about everything later, I decide.

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AOA MY FELLOW READERS! What do you think she's forgetting?  Comment below! Anyway, today was Hijab Day as some of you know. I go to this mcna class of Islamic studies on Fridays, for two hours, and we had to wear a pink or white hijab, because this is hijab day. Today. And zaidalit along with some other people posted on YouTube of how they did down cool activities. Hint hint: non Muslims , hijab, stall, friends. Those r da key words but you should go watch it yourself!

Anyway. Comment of how you think of the names and sorry if I copied you, I swear allah knows my intention wasn't to copy anyone's names. I've loved these names and I also love Manahil, a really cool name for my other  book, so yeah.

  Comment, like share, and have a great great weakened inshallah!!! Remember  to watch hijab challenge or hijab day of zaidalit or just anyone!

   xo