**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**
Naseema had been feeling a little better lately. She definitely still had her off days. Days where she couldn’t see to her daily chores. Days where she couldn’t continue schooling habeeba and days where she was unable to help hanazalah with his work.
But she had an understanding, supportive and loving family who stood by her throughout her off days.
Abdullah would close the shop just to take hanzalah for his extra curricular activities such as football and horse riding. Fortunately he was his own boss and was able to do such.
Hanzalah would try to figure his way through his work by himself. And luckily he was home schooled so he could always skip a section to come back to it when naseema was able to assist him.
The days naseema could cope, she would prepare extra food and chapatis so that it could help her on the days she wasn’t feeling too good.
It was mostly the days after her treatments that she would feel weak and extra sick. It was normal. Just the side effects of the treatments.
she had an appointment with her GP this afternoon as she was starting to feel terribly weak and light headed. She was feeling a little more nauseous than usual and breathing was a little bit more difficult.
Abdullah insisted on taking her to the doctor but she refused…
“No my love.. I’ll be fine.. Hanzalah will come with me. He’ll watch over me. If I don’t feel well enough, I’ll give you a call and you can come…” Naseema tried to convince abdullah over the phone.
Abdullah sighed and gave in. He knew how stubborn his wife could be about these things and there was no point in arguing. But naseema knew that it was purely out of concern that her husband reacted this way and this made her love him even more.
She always heard her friends complaining about their husbands and how they got fed-up when their wives were ill. But not abdullah. He was a true gem.. Well ofcourse he was. He tried his very best to follow our beloved nabi muhammad (sallallaahu alayhi wa sallam) in every regard. And nabi (Sallallaahu alayhi wasallam) said that the best from amongst you are those who are best to his wives…
And this abdullah was.. He was the best.
As soon as they’d eaten lunch, hanzalah shooed his mother to lie down while he cleared up the table for her and then got ready to leave.
“I’m sure its just your blood pressure ummi.. It must be very low again. But if you’re not feeling too well, I don’t mind driving for you…” Hanzalah smirked and tried to butter his mother up to let him drive.
“Nice try young man… But we wouldn’t want to kill me before my time now would we? And besides, we have habeeba with us aswel.. Why torture your innocent little sister?” Naseema joked..
Hanzalah laughed. He knew his mother would never go against any rules in her life. But he really wanted to learn how to drive. Abdullah promised to teach hanzalah when the time was right and when he was of the right age. For now though, there was no reason for them to go breaking the laws of the country.
Upon reaching the doctors surgery, naseema was asked to have her urine tested aswel as her blood pressure.
She continued to the relevant areas while hanzalah kept habeeba occupied in the waiting area.
“Mrs gujiwala?” The assistant called when it was finally their turn to be seen by the doctor.
“How are you feeling my dear? ” Dr yasmin asked naseema.
“Well.. Not too well today. But I’m not so sure that this has anything to do with the cancer. I’m just feeling terribly weak…”
Naseema listed her ailments for today as the doctor listened attentively and took down notes on her computer.
“Aha…” The doctor nodded.. ” I see that your blood pressures quite high today..”
“You mean low?” Naseema corrected.
“No dear.. High… Its 185 over 85…” The doctor raised her concerns
“But that’s strange.. Ummis blood pressure is always extra low..” Hanzalah said with a shocked expression on his face.
“Hmm.. I know.. That’s why I’m a little worried…” The doctor said writing something down on a piece of paper.. “Have you been very stressed out lately?
“No… Not really.. Just the normal…” Naseema replied.
“Ummi is a natural stress pot. Everything stresses her out..” Hanzalah replied fondly with a smile on his face and shaking his head.
Doctor yasmin laughed lightly and then handed naseema a piece of paper.. “I would like to proceed to room 2 for an ECG… When you’re done, you can come back here and I’ll examine you and take it from there..”
An ECG? Why? Was something now wrong with naseemas heart? What was going on?
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