After a few hours the doctors said that we wouldn’t be able to see her today, but should come back tomorrow. I drove her home and she thanked me between the tears.
I tossed and turned that night in bed and finally Fajr time came. I went to the masjid and the decided to start a khatam for her, being haafidh always comes in handy in situations like these.
Later i went to the hospital to visit her and she really didn’t look in any position to talk. I sat there by her side watching her breathing heavily and squirming every time she attempted to change her position. she mumbled a few words. I placed my ears closer to her mouth and heard her utter, “ Oh Allah, i am in this state and i know what i go through, so please don’t make anyone else go through it.”
I thought to myself that this girl was really something else and that although she was suffering she never wanted others to be in the same predicament. Weeks later she was discharged from hospital and brought home. Although there was a drip set up for her, she had her usual strength and Humairaa being the girly girl that she is was baking her favourite cake.
We invited them over for a braai and Humairaa looked beyond amazing in her Forever New dress and tied hijaab. We were sitting on the table and then the topic i hope wouldn’t come up did..
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM