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"In sha Allah, he will be fine." Hafsa reassured, placing a hand on Zynah's shoulder.

"How could I be so reckless, not to notice he has been sick? What type of a mother am I!" Zynah asked, her eyes glossy. "I should have known."

"Quit blaming yourself. With all the things that have been happening lately, it's only natural you didn't notice his health deteriorating."

"Sis, I called Ibrahim earlier. He is on his way here." Ramlah informed.

"Why did you call him?" Zynah threw her hands up in frustration. "I don't want to bother him more than I already have."

"I just had to. If he finds out we hid this from him, he might be offended. I'm sorry," Ramlah apologized.

"It's fine," Zynah replied in a low-pitched voice.

Just then, Ibrahim appeared, jogging towards them in the waiting room. His gaze fixated on Zynah for a few seconds, before darting to Hafsa. "Good evening, ma." He greeted, bowing his head a little in respect.

Hafsa nodded her head in response, and walked aw
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