I woke up groggily; groaning, squinting my eyes because of the light. I felt a wave of nausea washed over, I stood up quickly went to the nearest washing basin and puked all the contents inside my stomach. I rinsed my mouth and face as I was walking out of the bathroom, I felt lightheaded. I held the nearest door for support or else I would have fell with a loud thud on the floor.

My family rushed inside, coming to my side. Abdulrahman helped me to the bed and gave me a glass of water. That was what I needed.

I drank the water greedily like a thirsty camel.  The water went down from my mouth to my stomach, my stomach rumbled. That was what happened drinking water when you wake up with anything in the stomach.

"What happened?" my voice croaked, my throat were paining me as I talked. Then I remembered everything. Khadijah choking me to death.

"The doctor said, you shouldn't stress your vocal cord. You shouldn't talk till it healed" Abdulrahman said while giving me a notepad and pen, "anything you want write it here" he opened blank page for me while I scribbled down "where is Khadijah" and showed him.

Yusuf's  mother came to me, patted my head softly, "she has been arrested by the police. Our family doctor with the other nurse have been arrested also" she replied while I took my notepad to ask another question.

"What happened to me?"

"Due to some stress, and her choking you made you to collapsed" she stated, "I am sorry" she said while I shook my head, why sorry?.

"Her father was my driver. Her father was gambler, drunkard but he was one of my favorite that time because he was always punctual" I heard Yusuf's father said from behind. "I always lectured him to change but he never, then I started searching for any mistakes of his to make me fired him. One day he stole from me, he told me he had a debt to pay that was why he stole then I sacked him. Was I at fault that her father was a gambler or he stole my money?" he asked softly. "I never mean any harm to people, I knew her father has been stealing from me but I never caught him red-handed but when I did, I sacked him. Then why did she came to destroy my family. Why?" he cried, a lone tear escaped his eye duct.

Who said man never cry?, it is only a weak man that doesn't cry. I thought.

"I did nothing wrong but she came to destroy me. Yusuf, my son has been detected to have cancer due to the drugs she dosed to him and the doctor said he has some months left before he will taste to death. My wife health is also there and mine" he sniffled.

I took my notepad and scribbled angrily, "Don't be sad, Allah knows what you are passing through. The doctor just said his, only Allah knows when and how a person died. Doctors don't know when someone will die, it's only Allah that knows. These are challenges we are supposed to conquer. The challenges make us who we are. Have faith in Allah because He is Ar-Rahman (The Beneficence), AR-Raheem (The Merciful). He hears and sees our cries and despair because He's As-Sami' (The Hearer) and Al-Baseer ( The Seer). Allah (SWT) said: "He's the First and Last, the Evident and the Hidden: and He has full knowledge of all things" . And He (SWT) also said: "No kind of calamity can occur, except by the leave of Allah: and if anyone believes in Allah, (Allah) guides his heart (aright):for Allah knows all the things. So obey Allah, and obey His Messenger: but if ye turn back, the duty of Our Messenger is but to deliver (the Message) clearly and openly. Allah! There is no God but He: and on Allah, therefore, let the believers put their trust". And He (SWT) also said: "He who created Death and Life, that He may try which of you is best in deed:...". "Do you people think that they will be left to say, 'We believe' and not be tested?" I threw at them after I was done with furious writing, I sighed. I wanted to talk but my throat was paining. Screw doctors, screw their predictions. Screw them constantly putting human in fear. They would say something wasn't possible, are they Allah.

I looked at my family ;mom, Lut, Maryam, Abdulrahman, Yusuf, and his parents.

"Oh dear" Yusuf's father said softly, "Allah really bless you with knowledge. You are knowledgeable, I wish I was blessed with a daughter like you. May Allah bless you. I've learnt something new today" remarked, wiping his face.

"And He said in suratul AL-Israa," Say: "Call upon Allah, or call upon Rahman: by whatever name ye call upon Him, (it is well): for to Him belong the Most Beautiful Names. Neither speak thy prayer aloud, nor speak it in a low tone, but seek a middle course between." Say: ", Praise be to Allah, Who begets no son, and has no partner in (His) dominion :nor (needs) He any to protect Him from humiliation: yea, magnify Him for His greatness and glory!". As I finished writing the verse, I felt another wave of nausea, I pushed myself up, scrambling to the toilet, holding my mouth. I g.r.o.a.n.e.d as I was vomiting, it was disgusting. I hated vomit!.

Abdulrahman came inside, patting my back softly. I rolled my eyes, pushed him away. I got up but fell immediately onto his arms. He carried me back while I hide my face on his c.h.e.s.t. This was embarrassing. All families were here.

My mom came to me and smiled, "how are you feeling dear?" she asked while I took my notepad. Alhamdullilh to we that have our speech organs that could talk. Only Allah knows how does who could not talk feel.

"I'm feeling lightheaded, nauseated, tired" I doodled it down.

"Well" she smiled, "Abdullah is now a big brother" she stated in parable because I didn't understand her.

"Meaning" I mouthed.

"You are pregnant" they screamed, I meant all of them except Yusuf and Abdulrahman didn't scream.  I put my hands protectively on my stomach. I was having a young me and Abdulrahman. I smiled at the thought but when I glanced at Yusuf, he looked so broken that my smile vanished. Others too stop jubulating when they noticed my gaze on Yusuf. They all walked out leaving Abdulrahman, Yusuf and me.

We need to sort out our shits and mistakes.

Abdulrahman came to me, sat beside me while I snuggled closer to him because I needed it. I took my notepad, "I'm sorry Yusuf, I really waited for you to come back for two years. I cried, prayed, wished and hoped that one day but Allah knows. Abdulrahman stood beside me in all those years of pain, hurt, depression. Even though he hurt me, I can't leave him because he is the love of my life "I choked on my tears.

"What of me?" his voice broke me.

"I don't know but I know Allah will give you your own spouse. Someone that will love you more than I will ever love you. Someone that will never leave you. Your joy and happiness. She'll be your queen and you will be her king." I cried.

"No" he shook his head, "I can't agree to this, you are my wife" he growled.

"Yeah, I know. I was your wife but now I'm my husband - Abdulrahman's wife. If you really love me as you said, you will let me go because I've let you go. If you really love someone, you will do anything for his or her happiness even if it means you letting go" I wrote and mouthed to Abdulrahman "let's go".

Abdulrahman carried me out in bridal styles leaving Yusuf who was crouching on the floor crying his bleeding heart out.

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And I pray to Allah to bless him with the coolest of his eyes.

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