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Oh dear heart!

Hang in there it's gonna be alright.

She could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering their wings happily, she haven't experienced so much happiness in such a long time..

Is this what it feels to be happy?

To finally hear good news after such a long time?!

"Don't lie to me" she cries into the phone pacing up and down in the room.

"I swear Adda Hanee, it's true. Hear talk to Hajiya.." Zubaina cried out of happiness handing the phone to Hajiya who just finished praying for the hundredth time, Zubaina had lost count.

"Hajiya.."

"Burdah"

"Hajiya is it true!?"

"InshaAllah yes. Haidar is awake! Alhamdulilah"

Hearing it coming from Hajiya's mouth made a warm feeling evaporate through her body.

SubhanaAllah.

"Can I talk to him?" She asked nervously.

"I wish but he is still under care, maybe later Insha Allah"

"Okay"

"Take care of yourself Burdah and the little one in you, Allah is with us and you will see my dear, you be happy again and reunited with your husband soon"

"Ameen" she hoped before ending the call and the baby kicked making Haneesa laugh.

"You hear that love, Daddy is awake" she smiled rubbing her hand protectively over her stomach.

And it kicked again!

"Yes, I'm happy also"

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Ummah walks down the hallways of the white walls her strong perfume lingering around, she walked with power and elegance with a triumphant smile on her face. She was happy. Over the moon in fact!

Pushing the room open, she slightly peep her head in to make sure she was in the right room and when she saw Munayarh's swollen face in view, her smile broadened and she entered the room.

"Bingel am. (My daughter)" Ummah called fondly as she walked closer to Munayarh who was smiling in joy.

"Ummah I did it and why didn't you tell me giving birth is not easy? I almost died! I am never giving birth again, one is enough" she hissed adjusting her body and using the blanket to cover herself firmly.

"So you thought giving birth is easy" Ummah laughed "and don't say that! You know Haidar loves kids a lot" she winked and Munayarh frowned.

"It's not like me giving birth again is possible, I am divorced remember"

"That won't be a problem, when he lays his eyes on his son he will forget all about the divorce. He can't resist such an innocent being, I know my son, he is a big softie"

"You mean his daughter. It's a girl" she corrected and Ummah let a gasp escape her mouth. She was beyond shocked!

"What? Why are you surprised?"

"Munayarh what have you done!? You gave birth to a girl? Inna lilahi wa'ina ilaihi rajiun" Ummah panicked.

"What are you saying Ummah? What do you mean?"

"How dare you? Your first child is a she!? SubhanaAllah" She continued looking at her with disgust.

"Is it my doing? Why are you talking like this?! And so what if it's a girl?" Munayarh snapped annoyed, she was getting irritated with Ummah's attitude nowadays.

"Stop acting as if you don't know what I mean stupid girl!" she hissed "God Forbid my son dies who will take over his inheritance and work, your daughter?!" She spat stressing on daughter just then the nurse enters holding a cute small baby girl wrapped in a baby pink flannel, she beamed at Ummah who sent her a murderous glare.

"Good Lords! What a beautiful angel you've given birth to, congrats Ma" the nurse smiled placing the child beside Munayarh who stare at her child in awe.

"Thank you"

"I'll get going now, I fed her some milk she should be asleep for a while. Take care" and with that the nurse leave making Munayarh turn to Ummah as she gave her a piece of her mind.

"Ummah this isn't the century you grew up in. Nowadays it doesn't matter if your first child is a male or female all that matters is the mother and the baby are alright and I don't think Ahmaad will have a problem with her, look at this cutie.

If you know you won't celebrate with me and be happy that your first grand child is here then please leave. I can take care of myself and get Ahmaad to take me back. Alone"

Ummah was dumbfounded.

"Munayarh is it me your talking to like that?"

"Yes and I will say more if you don't leave my sight"

Now she was paralyzed. Not even Haneesa has ever talked back to her and now her favourite daughter in law is doing the wrongful.

"Ya Allah! You have lost it if it is me your talking to like that. We will talk when you get back in your right senses and only if you get rid of her. Get me a male grandchild then we will talk!" She yelled grabbing her hand bag and furiously stomping out of the hospital.

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Mukhtar stares at his mother in shock.

He promised himself he would calm down and listen to every single thing she has to say no matter how awful it will turn out, he will listen to everything but he is not sure he can fulfil that promise anymore cause right now he was pacing up and down the parlor his breathing coming out heavily.

She what?

Oh no! He can't believe that.

"Mukhtar!" Maami called worriedly placing her cold palm on his cheek, he emotionlessly turn to her gripping her hand tightly. That's what he needed, moral support.

"We were always arguing, fighting over petty things. He had a problem with my behaviour.. I couldn't stay at home. I roamed around town hanging out with men despite being married, it became a disease. I committed zina. (The forbidden)" she cried on continuing her story.

"Only Allah can forgive me now"

Maami was shocked at the revelation, she had her own share of tears rolling down her cheek. What would it be like if Daddy was alive? Would he also be crying and blaming himself for his sister's life just like she is blaming herself for her sister in law's shattered life? She thought.

"Your father did everything in his power to stop me, he tried to get me back on track but it was late. I was so used to it, it became a part of me even when he threatened to divorce me I didn't stop. Everyone knew who I was, Walida the girl who roams around despite being married. I was the ill mannered woman who went against Allah."

"SubhanaAllah. Aunty Walida" Adda Hayrah cried moving to her aunt who was crying hysterically. She held her in her arms rocking her back and forth while feeling for her paternal aunt.

"I was so ashamed but I couldn't stop, The guilt I felt when I looked at Mukhtar when he was just three watching his mother come home late at night dropped by a different man every night is not explainable. It wasn't my fault, I was forced into the marriage. I was just fifteen when I was married off to your father Mukhtar. It was against my wish!"

"But still.. How could you?" He cried disgusted.

"I regret everything, I swear. Your father was a gentle man, and he was very, very handsome just like you" she chuckled lowly "he loved me with his all but unfortunately I didn't feel the same about him. He never told any of my brothers about my behaviour, all seven of them! Instead he prayed for me day and night to go back on the right tracks."

"How did you kill him?" Mukhtar could swear he didn't know how he asked that. He was feeling very light headed and drowsy.

"He had brain cancer, he told me one night that the doctors diagnosed him and I dismissed the talk. I didn't take him seriously, I thought he was only lying so he could get me to stay back at home with him and stop all my wrongful deeds but I was wrong. His condition was worsening badly, I did not notice. I failed as a wife"

"I came back from school that day very early, I was having a terrible headache so the teacher called home and father sent the driver to pick me..." Mukhtar spoke recalling all the memories. "I remember clearly, he was dying slowly on his bed with the rosary in his hand, he begged for me to lay beside him, he said some things to me which I can't recall. I pleaded with him to let me call you for help but he forbade me. I slept off and the next thing I knew our house was flooding with people, you were crying badly. Then you left.. And Maami took me. you never came back for me! Why!?"

all of them were a living mess.

"I am sorry. i have no valid reason, you were a reminder of my mistake. You reminded me that I was the cause of your father's death and I couldn't live with that. Hossein offered to marry me, I knew him for such a long time. We didn't live a perfect life cause he was always with other women, he was just like the old me. It ended because I couldn't take it anymore and cause I wanted to make peace with you and ask for forgiveness. I am sorry son."

"I am sorry too, I can't do it!" He yelled stomping out of the house.

He has had enough.

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