87. The Regrets of the Past

Five hours later I hear that voice, the voice I was longing to hear.

"Sanaya? Why are you sitting on the floor?" Ashar sits beside me and touches my shoulder.

Hearing his comforting voice, make me burst into tears once again, increasing my guilt. I don't deserve to be Zoya mother. I don't deserve to be a mother at all when I don't know how to look after a child.

"You're giving me creeps." He sounds scared, sitting on his knees, "Tell me, please."

"I'm not a good Mom." I sob, burying my face in my palms.

He holds my hand, "Look at me."

I turn my face in his direction. He looks frightened and exhausted. He also would have felt devastated after hearing the panicky news.

He opens his mouth to say further, but stops when he sees doctor passes by. He leaves my hand, stands up and swiftly blocks the doctor's path.

"Are you treating my daughter? Her name is Zoya."

I don't look at them, just hear their conversation. I hug my knee