Zynah stretched her limbs and yawned, her eyes opening to reveal an empty room. The soft morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow in the room. She glanced at the nightstand and found a plate of freshly cut fruits. A small smile spread across her face at Bilal's thoughtful gesture. As Zynah got out of bed, and sauntered towards the living room, she could already hear the sound of video game playing. As expected, she found Bilal and Adnan seated with folded legs in front of the television. Her presence wasn't even acknowledged until she cleared her throat. Bilal's gaze automatically darted to her and his lips curved into a lopsided smile. "And the sleeping beauty is finally awake." Zynah couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Did I sleep for too long?" She asked, taking a seat on the couch behind them. "Not really," Bilal replied, dropping the gamepad on the floor, and moving to sit on the couch beside Zynah. "Are you feeling better now?" "Yeah," Zynah re
Clad in a pure white kaftan, Bilal was standing in the living room and glancing at his wristwatch. He had been waiting for Zynah to emerge from her room for quite a while now, but she seemed to have forgotten that they had somewhere to go. He heaved a sigh and was about to go to her room when he sighted her approaching. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," she apologized as soon as she got close. "I couldn't find my phone." Bilal waved his hand dismissively. "It's alright. Let's go." He jiggled the keys in his hand as they walked out of the house. Zynah locked the door and sauntered out to Bilal standing by the other side of the car. Immediately she got close, he walked to the other side of the car and and opened the door for her. "Thank you," Zynah muttered. "You didn't have to do that though," she said, a smile tugging at her lips. As much as she wanted to deny it. The little gentlemanly gestures from Bilal warmed her heart. It had always been what she wanted from hi
Bilal was seated in the car, his head on the steering wheel. Zynah's gentle knock on the window startled him. "Bilal," she mouthed before opening the door and getting in. "Bilal," she called again, her voice rising in alarm. "Are you alright?" Her heartbeat raced when she got no reply. "Bilal." She panicked and tapped him on the shoulder. "Bilal!" "I'm fine," he finally replied, raising his head from the steering wheel, and inserting the key in the ignition. "Are we leaving?" Zynah asked, surprised. "Is there something else you want to do here?" He asked, his tone flat. "Have you talked to Nazmeera's doctor about the speed of her recovery?" She asked. "We really need to know how it's going." "I have," Bilal responded curtly. "Anything else?" "We still have to talk to the doctor Muslim referred," Zynah persisted. Bilal's face scrunched. "About?" "About your own health of course," Zynah huffed. "Maybe some other time. I'm tired," He muttered, twisting the key in the
Waking up with a splitting headache had become a normal routine for Zynah. She yawned and stretched out, then closed her eyes again for a few more minutes, before the adhaan was made. Groggily, she got out of bed and ambled towards the bathroom to perform ablution and then offer her fajr prayer. It was already a quarter past seven when Zynah finished reading the Qur'an and had returned it safely to its place. The rays from the morning sun penetrated through the small opening of the window and shone on her - a reminder that a new day had begun. She sauntered towards the window and allowed her gaze wander around and linger on the beauty of nature; the sky was bright, flock of birds could be seen flying about. To Zynah, the morning seemed extraordinarily beauteous - she was having a good feeling about the day. Zynah heaved a sigh, breaking free from her trance. "What's this feeling?" She asked herself, as a smile crept its way up her lips. She shrugged it off, and sauntered out
After they had had breakfast, Bilal offered to drive Adnan to school, but Zynah wouldn't allow it. She insisted he rested and that she would drive him instead. Bilal didn't want to agree, but he knew he couldn't win the argument against Zynah and besides, he wasn't feeling too good, so he ended up giving in. "Thank you." He had muttered to her. Zynah smiled and shook her head. "Get some rest. I'll be back soon." Bilal nodded, his gaze following her as she picked up his backpack. "I'll be waiting for you," he said, his voice barely audible. "Drive safely." "I will," Zynah assured him. Then, she turned to Adnan.. "Say bye bye to Daddy." "Bye bye, Daddy," Adnan waved enthusiastically, his face beaming with excitement. "Bye, champ. Be good, okay?" Bilal replied, his voice filled with pride. "Okay," He responded and ran out of the house. With one last look at him, Zynah turned around and sauntered out of the house, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the quiet m
After tucking Adnan in for the night, Zynah kissed him in the forehead and turned off the lamp before walking out of the room. As she opened the door to her room, she was surprised to find Bilal sprawled out on her bed. She definitely wasn't expecting him there. Carefully, she closed the door behind her and walked into the room, and towards him. He wasn't asleep. "Hope you've taken your medicines for the evening," she began, her voice soft. "I don't want you to get sick again." Bilal hummed in response, his gaze trailing after her as she moved to the walk-in closet. Zynah could sense his gaze boring holes in her body, but she chose to ignore. After changing into one of her lingeries, she walked back to the bed. Bilal's gaze hadn't wavered from her. Not even for a second. Zynah stood beside the foot of the bed and gaze skeptically at Bilal. "Do you plan to sleep here, tonight?" she asked, not in an offensive tone. Bilal hummed again in response. "Can I?" "Yes,"
"Good morning. How are you feeling?" Dr. Muslim inquired, from the other side of the phone. "Better," Ramlah replied, a smile tugging at her lips. "The migraine has subsided. I feel much better now. "That's good to hear," he commented. "I'm glad. By the way, I have good news," he began. "Do you want to hear it?" "Good news?" Ramlah's eyes lit up. "What's the good news? Please tell me already!" "Okay," he chuckled lightly. "I have managed to find a donor for Bilal. He can finally get a transplant done," Dr. muslim announced. "Oh!" Ramlah remarked. "That's great. Have you told Ya Zynah about this? She must be very happy. She's been so worried about him" "She is," Dr. Muslim replied. "I told her earlier. Bilal will most likely be taken to a hospital today. The earlier the transplant gets done, the better it would be for him. We've lost a lot of time. We can't afford to lose more." "Hmm...do you... Do you think he is going to make it?" Ramlah's voice was laced with
Zynah's heartbeat skyrocketed when he remained motionless, her breaths coming in ragged pants. Not even a finger was moved. She shook her head disdainfully, her whole body trembling vigorously. The urge to scream at the top of her lungs was overwhelming, but her throat was constricted, a lump of fear lodged firmly in her chest. Every muscle in her body aches with tension, her mind racing with a thousand terrifying possibilities. Everything seemed like an illusion to her. Yes, it was exactly what it was. It couldn't be true. Bilal couldn't have possibly left her. He was too obsessed with her to do so. Zynah was supposed to take him to the hospital immediately, she knew, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Perhaps she wasn't ready for the news that awaited her. The truth that would shatter her world. The fear was paralyzing. "Bilal!" She bellowed, her voice a hoarse, desperate cry. "If you don't get up right now, I'm going to...I'm going to hate you. I'm never going to fo