Journey to 'I do'

39- The end.

Muhammad's POV

As A'isha excused herself to use the bathroom, I barely registered the moment, assuming it was a routine action. However, when Nadia followed suit a few minutes later, I felt a flicker of concern, though it was quickly overshadowed by other distractions. It wasn't until we heard the muffled screams emanating from the bathroom that my senses sharpened, and an instinctual dread crept over me.

The urgency in the screams pierced through the air, causing an immediate reaction from Umma, Farida, and myself. We rose simultaneously, drawn to the source of the distress. Each step towards the bathroom felt heavy, weighed down by a sense of impending doom.

As we approached the door, another gut-wrenching scream pierced the silence, echoing through the hallway. "Meh ke faruwa?" Umma's words hung heavy in the air, laden with fear and uncertainty.

Pushing open the door, I was met with a sight that froze me in place. Nadia stood over A'isha, her hands clenched around her, shaking her violently. A'isha lay on the floor, blood trickling from a wound on her head, staining her dress sleeves. The realization hit me like a physical blow—Nadia had attacked her.

Anger surged within me, mingling with a potent cocktail of panic and disbelief. The sight of A'isha's prone form, vulnerable and injured, fueled a fierce protectiveness within me.

Rushing forward, I pushed Nadia away from A'isha, my hands trembling with a mixture of rage and fear. "What have you done?!" My voice came out in a hoarse, choked whisper, barely recognizable to my own ears.

Nadia's eyes, devoid of remorse, met mine with a chilling indifference. "I didn't mean for it to get this fa—"

"Rufe mana baki! Er rashin hankali kawai!" Umma's voice boomed, cutting Nadia off mid-sentence. Aunty Halima approached behind us, her expression a mixture of shock and concern, demanding to know what had transpired.

"Get a driver quickly," I instructed urgently, my voice strained with panic, as I lifted A'isha's limp form. With trembling hands, I attempted to cover her head with her scarf, desperate to shield her from prying eyes.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilahi raji'un," A'isha's sister murmured tearfully, her voice filled with sorrow as she stared at her sister's lifeless body. The sight of her grief pierced my heart, flooding me with guilt and determination.

Farida rushed to comfort her, offering reassurance. As we emerged from the house, the weight of the situation hung heavy in the air.

With A'isha cradled in my arms, we made our way to the waiting car. The 4 of us including A'isha got into one car with the driver and Farid, umma and umar followed us in another.
As we drove through the night, the gravity of the situation settled upon us like a heavy shroud, filling me with a profound sense of anger and disbelief. How could Nadia have stooped so low, unleashing such reckless violence over petty jealousy?

In the midst of the chaos, one thing remained clear— I would ensure A'isha received the care and protection she deserved. "Don't die on me baby please" I whispered quietly in her ear as I made Dua in my head.

The sound of A'isha's sister's stifled sobs echoed in the confines of the car. Farida's attempts to console her were met with hollow reassurances, the weight of the situation too heavy to bear.

As we arrived at the hospital, a sense of urgency descended upon us. Doctors and nurses rushed to A'isha's side, their faces a mask of determination and concern as they worked tirelessly to stabilize her condition. She had bled a lot.

I paced the sterile corridors, my mind awash with a whirlwind of emotions— fear, anger, guilt. How could I have allowed this to happen, to expose A'isha to such danger? The weight of responsibility bore down on me like a leaden weight, threatening to crush me.

Hours passed in agonizing silence, each minute stretching into eternity as we waited for news of A'isha's condition. Farida and I sat huddled together in the waiting room, our thoughts consumed by prayers for her recovery.

As we waited with bated breath, our hopes hanging by a thread, a chill settled over me at the sight of the doctor's somber expression. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing like a drum of impending doom.

With trembling hands, I reached out to grasp Farida's, seeking solace. The air grew heavy with the weight of unspoken fears, a suffocating silence enveloping us like a shroud.

And then, the words we dreaded most pierced the silence like a dagger to the heart. "I'm afraid we lost her," the doctor's voice was a solemn dirge, his words a death knell that reverberated through the desolate corridors.

Time seemed to stand still as the full magnitude of his words sank in, a crushing wave of despair washing over me like a tidal wave. A'isha, my beloved A'isha, taken from us in the blink of an eye, her light extinguished before its time.

Fadilah's anguished wail tore through the room a symphony of grief that pierced the silence with its intensity. How could this have happened? What would we tell her parents? They had accommodated the idea of a second wife with a positive smile and open mind.

As the reality of our loss began to sink in, a profound sense of emptiness washed over me, leaving me hollow and bereft. A'isha, my light, my love, gone from this world in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only memories and a gaping void that could never be filled.

I lost my mother, she sent someone to me and I'd lost her too...

 

The end

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