"Alhamdulillah for the good in life".

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I'm sorry your blood doesn't match, we need B+ group, you have to find someone of that blood group, the doctor stated carefully.

"Doctor!"  I am B+ you can take my blood, fatima volunteered.

"Sure! Let's go to the lab room, we don't want to waste any time, the doctor sternly said.

"The blood transfer was successful everyone is safe and they are set to go............"

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As soon as they arrived home fatima went straight to the kitchen while khaleefa escorted  B. Auwal to his room.

Khaleefa came down helped fatima in the kitchen and before you know it everything was done.

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Khaleefa got a call, so he left fatima to feed B. Auwal while he answers the call.

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Baba you have to eat something at least, you are so weak, fatima insisted.

But my child, you are also weak you eat something too.

Yes, baba I promise I will eat something. Khaleefa won't even let me starve myself so i must eat,so you should now. Let me feed you myself.

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She fed him the food with so much love and care, like how a daughter cares for her father.

As soon as she was about to leave the room, Baba stopped her.

"Fatima!" he called out to her.

"Yes Baba!" you need anything, she concernedly asked.

"Come my dear" he gestured with his hand.

She walked back to the bed and sat down some meters away from him.

Can I see your left hand, he asked.

"Sure", she said showing him her left hand as he instructed.

"This bracelet on your hand, who gave it to you?"

Oh! This..? Actually I don't know who gave it to me. All I can say is ever since i know myself I had this bracelet with me, on my hand to be precise.
Not even my mother in law knows who gave it to me neither was she the one that gave it to me.
As I was getting older the bracelet couldn't fit my wrist anymore so I turned it to a ring, thankfully it was elastic. I never wanted to take it off because I feel inside of me that someone special gave it to me, so I got very attached to it and never want to loose it, so that is the bracelet story.
But baba, how did you know this was a bracelet not a ring, it's on my finger not my wrist.

"Fatima! My Daughter! You are my daughter" , Oh Almighty! you have fulfilled my last wish for showing me my daughter before i die and I am very thankful for that.

"Baba" what do you mean your daughter, do you mean that I'm your biological daughter and you are like my biological father.. I don't get this.

"Fatima this might be confusing and strange to you but Yes, you are my daughter and I am your father.
I gave you this bracelet when you were just 6 months old, that was the last time I set my eyes on you before your mother left me for someone else. No matter how old I get I will never forget the bracelet i gave my daughter, I can never forget the bracelet I wore on my daughter's wrist.
O Allah! thank you for this blessing.

"Salamualaikum! Khaleefa interrupted".

"Khaleefa?"

" Baba, how are you feeling?"

I'm good my son.

........ You are my father.... Fatima interrupted.

"Baba! Father! Abi! Dad! he is my papa!" she silently said but audible to khaleefa.

"What?"

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Hey guys, sorry for not updating sooner I was feeling so guilty for not updating, so I thought I should make it up with this chapter.
Hope you enjoy!
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