**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**
“With your permission, I’d like to call in your husband before I discuss anything further?” The doctor spoke with a serious look on her face.
Naseema had no option. She understood that this was serious and who better to have beside her than her husband.
The hospital made a call for abdullah to come in. It took a while because he had to lock up the shop and get a friend to see to habeeba. Hanzalah was in school and since naseema was in hospital, habeeba would accompany him to the shop everyday.
Things were hectic this way but the family had to sacrifice and have patience. Allah would definitely reward them for their patience in these difficult moments.
And just when they thought that things would get better, it only got worse.
“Mr and mrs gujiwala. I’m afraid that we found your cancer a little too late and even though we’ve tried to help.. Unfortunately the cancer has spread to the bones and is slowly reaching the lungs and oesophagus aswel. At this stage there isn’t much we can do.. At the rate the cancer is spreading, I’m afraid to let you know that its only a matter of time now…” The doctor looked sympathetically towards the 2 of them that looked back at her in utter shock.
What the doctor had just said hadn’t settled in. There wasn’t any reaction for a very long time and then abdullah said: “innaa lillaahi wa innaa ilayhi raaji’oon”
-surely to Allah do we belong and unto Him is our return-
Naseema looked at him with horrow filled eyes. And then the tears started flowing uncontrollably.
“I’m sorry naseema. I really am!” The doctor said as she stroked naseemas arm. She then left the 2 of them to have some time of their own to deal with all of it.
“She must be mistaken.. Maybe we should get another opinion.. I’m feeling well. Except for the slight stomach ache I get occasionally, I’m feeling better than before. It must just be an ulcer or something.” Naseema was in denial. She could not accept that she had just a few more months, weeks or maybe even days before she has to leave her loved ones behind.
Abdullah didn’t answer her. He knew that the doctors knew better. That they’ve been doing tests and they wouldn’t mistaken such a thing.
He pulled her into an embrace and held tight onto her. He could feel naseemas body trembling and she could feel his. They both cried for as long as was possible and they cried out almost every tear that they thought they had left.
How did their once perfect life just go crumbling right before their eyes?
Naseema couldn’t believe that she wouldn’t be there to see her hanzalah complete school or become something and get married and have kids oneday.
She couldn’t accept that she was not going to see her little habeeba grow into a beautiful young girl. That she may not be there for her daughter when she attained puberty or when she gets married oneday.
She wouldn’t be there long enough to care for her husband who loved her so dearly. Her life was almost over…
“But the doctors don’t know everything. They could be wrong. They’re not Allah. How dare they tell me that I’m going to die soon. I’m not going to die. I’m going to live. And I’m going to leave this place right now and come home to my family who loves me and is waiting for me…” It was naseemas hysteria that was talking.
She was getting terribly emotional. She went on for quite some time until abdullah had to call the nurses and ask them to sedate her.
He was afraid that she would end up with a heart attack. Or something worse might happen to her.
Once naseema was calm and the medication set in and she was deep in a sleep, abdullah left for home.
He had to pick hanzalah up from school and habeeba up from his friend.
The dreaded thought crossed his mind. How was he going to explain to his kids that their mother was dying? This was the hardest thing he probably ever had to do in his life
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