The messenger of Allah peace be upon him said; "Allah does not look at your figures nor your attire but He looks at your hearts and accomplishments." [Muslim, riyad as-salihin 7]
May our intentions always be pure, May He the Almighty continue to guide us all to the straight path, Amin.
You should always remember that you're doing everything for the sake of Allah, you should always check the level of your imaan, and your intentions, Shaytaan is very cunning, May Allah protect us from the influence of shaytaan, Amin.
Samirs pov
I've been looking at the steering wheel for the past three minutes, i can't seem to place my hands on top of it, i can't.
I refuse.
But on the other side i want to- no i need to, the groan and sighs that escape my Aunts lips makes me feel like to drive the damn car, plus it is just a 10 minuets drive.
I ignited the car after muttering 'Bismillah(in the name of Allah)' and i start to drive after almost 4 years, i was underage then but he taught me how to, sometimes we will sneak out of the house in the middle of the night and drive dads car.
I miss those days.
I reverse the car ever so slowly, and start driving out of our neighborhood at a very low speed, i just can't. I am doing this for Aunt Sarahs sake, it's even her car, i don't own no car and i do not plan on getting one anytime soon.
"Speed up a bit my boy."Aunt Sarah says from the back seat, she's lying down, she came over to our house earlier to keep company as my parents went to the hospital, apparently my dad needed a check up, so she showed up so that i won't be worried, and i couldn't be more grateful.
After almost an hour of her arrival she started vomiting, and her temperature got high, very high, she's due in 4 days so she told me to please drive her to the hospital, her husband works there.
And now I'm taking the risk of driving because of her,
She's worth taking risk for.
"Alright." I manage to answer her question.
After almost twenty minutes we arrive at the hospital, it took us 20 mins because i wasn't speeding.
Uncle Ibrahim came with a wheel chair and pushed her to one of the rooms after thanking me, i stayed outside to clear off my head.
I put her car keys in my pocket and start walking aimlessly, with my arms folded to my chest, the cool breeze isn't soothing me one bit, the barely lit up sun isn't helping either.
I stare at the sky, and there are they, beautiful as ever, with a smile brighter than the moon, a smile that will put the sun to shame.
"Sam i don't want ejetion(injection)." The four year old beautiful girl that i am holding hands with says with crack voice.
"It won't hurt baby, you're strong remember?" I said trying to comfort her.
"No, i am not." She pouts, gosh she's so cute Masha Allah, she raise her hands up; "Carry me." And i did, she wrap her tiny arms around my neck and kiss my cheeks.
"I don't want to, pwease Sam." Her eyes filled with tears, i wipe her face: "I promise you baby it won't hurt how about I hold you?" And she immediately nod her head, her silky hair bouncing.
And I make my way towards the injection room, the female doctor seated with a smile, my girl didn't smile at her, i made her bury her face in my neck soothing encouraging words to her, the doctor injected her in the butt, she almost start crying because she screamed, and i reminded her that i am here for her and i will always, she continues to nod her head.
"You did it baby." I caress her beautiful hair, everything about her is beautiful, even her cries, tho i don't want her to be crying.
She hugs me; "You're my hero, sam." And I smiled, while patting her back, few minutes later she's fast asleep, i walk out of the hospital,
"Get well soon baby." I whisper to her, waiting for both dad and mum to come out as well.
No, i am not crying.
Everything happens for a reason, and Allah tests the people he loves the most, and He said in the Qur'an that He will never burden a soul more than it can bare, with the thought i blink back the tears that threatened to fall.
It's this hospital, goodness.
I miss my baby.
Few minutes later i walk inside the hospital towards Aunt Sarahs room, she is lying down on the bed wearing the hospital gown already, she's starting her bed rest today, as she's due in 4 days in shaa Allah.
"Look who's here." Aunt Sarah says with a smile, i smiled back at her; "How are you feeling?" I ask.
"As fine as a 9 month old pregnant woman could be." She winks at me and that made me chuckle.
The door of the room open and her husband came in holding a bouquet of red roses and a balloon that has 'get well soon baby mama' on in, he hands the things to Aunt Sarah whose eyes are widened and mouth clasp with her hands that has the cannula, goodness i hate cannula, I wish her, my dad and all the people suffering good health, Amin.
She collects the things from him and wrap her arms around him and he hugged her, i took that as a cue and i leave the room.
I sat on the waiting chairs and just as i finish level five of my game, my dad called me.
What, did you actually think i don't play games?
"Abhi kaifa tash'uroun?(Father how are you feeling?)" I ask immediately as i pick the call.
My dad chuckles; "Ana bikhair habibi Alhamdulillah, la 'taklak'(Much better my love, Alhamdulillah, don't worry)" he replied.
And that made me smile.
"Alhamdulillah, i wish you the quickest recovery Abhi." "Amin, aina anta(where are you?)" he asks.
"Mustashfa(hospital) Aunt Sarah is admitted." I said, "Subahanallah, i hope she's feeling much better now?"
"Yes Alhamdulillah, i will be back qariban' in shaa Allah(soon if Allah wills)" I said, i can swear i hear his smile. "Be careful."
"In shaa Allah." And we hang up.
This man, Abdullah, the man i finish talking to on the phone is my life, and till my last breath i will forever be grateful to him and will continue to pray for him, May Allah grant him shifa'. Amin.
"Overthinking is the act of shaytan." Uncle Ibrahim murmurs beside me, when and how is he here?
"Okay." I reply. "Your Aunt will be fine in shaa Allah." He says, "In shaa Allah." I said.
He smiled and nod at me, "I've got some patients to attend to, excuse me." He added standing up, I nod.
"You can go to Sarahs room." He says and walk away.
I stood up and walk to her room, she in a sitting position with her phone in her hands, she's pretty like the flowers her husband brought to her, it's now in a vase by the side of her bed.
"Hey! Quit sniffing my flowers, my husband got me, go to your wife." She shakes her head and i did mine, they probably inject her with some mental thingy.
Who even knows?
I scoff at her; "How are you feeling?" I ask and i sit.
"Honestly? I don't know, I'm nervous, excited, scared and many more emotions i can't pin point." She says, keeping her phone down.
"It's okay to feel all those right?" I smile.
"I don't know, I'm having a baby Samir, a real one, what if i fail them?" She spoke, nervousness lace in her voice.
"And again, it's okay to feel that, you're only human, just pray to Allah, He is the one who guide people, may we be amongst those." I said to her, caressing her hair and she smiled.
"Amin my boy, thank you."
I try to roll my eyes; "I ain't no boy, you're giving birth to a boy." I shrug and she giggles.
May Allah make it easy on her.
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Is it just me or does the time always slow down when you're eager? Like I can't deal right now, it's like the time is going in 0.01 nanosecond in 0.00 nanosecond, gosh, does it makes sense?
I wish the time could go faster, i sigh inwardly, the irony of life, there was a time when i wish the time could go slower and now look at me, wishing the exact opposite.
May Al-alim grant us understanding, Amin.
"Can i see the other camera?" Aunt Tasneem asks, can you even imagine her? Your phone, camera etc should be your privacy innit? So she should consider herself lucky that I've given her in the first place.
"It's at home." I replied her, i am sitting beside her, she looks at me from her peripheral vision and i shrug.
She points at my neck; "What about this one?" Aunt Tee asks again, no, i can't give her this one, there are tons of Nihals unlooking pictures i can't let her see 'em, I won't have the end of it between her and Aunt Sarah.
Speaking of Aunt Sarah she is in labour, we are all sitting in the waiting area, and that woman has been in that room for over 68 hours, yes I exaggerated, but you get me?
"Nah." I smiled at her, she roll her eyes at me and handed me my camera.
"Fine then, I'll tell Mahir to also get me a camera." She says and pouts, I chuckle at her childish antics.
She cute.
"Please do so." I answered simply, resting my head against the wall behind me and close my eyes.
"I will." And we both laugh.
Uncle Ibrahim suddenly came out of the labour room, did i mention he works here and that he is a gynecologist?
His mother went to him; "She's fine mum, i— i just ca-can't." And with that he walk away.
Ya Allah make it easy on her and all of us.
The place became silent.
I'm not worried; one, because He Jalla Jalal said that He will never burden a soul more than it can bear, I believe and trust that.
Two, 'cause my aunt in that room, is a fighter, so all is well in shaa Allah.
My phone ding in my pocket; it's a message from Arman.
He is such an amazing friend, speaking of friends, i am suppose to meet Nihal today, but Allah has other plans.
I replied him for the nth time since the break starts that i am fine Alhamdulillah, he has made it a routine to call or message me every day, i am deeply touched and a bit bothered at the same time, I'm not used to all this.
I put my phone back in my pocket.
"School resumes tomorrow right?!" Aunt Tee spoke, i quickly silenced her, "Keep it down." I whisper.
"I heard it anyways Samir, you're going back to school tomorrow." Mama Zainab says sternly, ugh!
"Another week won't hurt mother, you know you're my fav-" she giggles; "Sweet talks don't get to me my boy, you should know that by now." And she winks.
I glared at Aunt Tee and she smiled guilty.
I attempt to talk but she place her index finger in my mouth, "Abhi..." he raise his hands in surrender and that made everyone laugh, excluding me.
He mouths; "Nah'nu tatakallam fil 'bait(we will talk about it at home)" and i smiled at him.
Few seconds, minutes or hours later a doctor came out from the labour room, and that got our attention.
"Mrs Ibrahim Nour's?" My dad and i walk to him, uncle Ibrahim is no where to be found.
"Congratulations your wife has give birth to a bouncing baby boy." The doctor says looking at me.
"What? I am not her husband." I replied quickly and my dad burst out laughing and the doctor join him, "My bad, i thought you are, you've been with her almost everyday."
"She's my Aunt." I said. "Alhamdulillah." Aunt Sarahs mother in law muttered, almost at the verge of tear.
A baby boy.
Ya Allah, May Allah bless him and grant him a blessed future, May he be the coolness of his parents eyes.
May he not be like me.
*****
Warrido babiesss😭💕
Aw I miss you too😂❤️
How are you all and the chapter? May Al-Wadud bless you, Amin.
Please do say a prayer to my granddad, we lost him, may Allah forgive him, Amin.
We lost a lot of people😭😭 it's so sad that someone you're used to seeing everyday is no more, like—💔 May we all reunite in Jannah, Amin.
Malika😒