Losing Their Baby.

Azaan's Pov.

It has been almost an hour and there was no news about my wife and our unborn baby.

Iman had been trying to comfort me but I knew that she would have to leave eventually as she still had a shift at the hospital.

"Iman, you can go. Otherwise you will be late...."

"No...."

"Mr. Muhsin, can I please talk to you?", asks the doctor who has been taking care of Saira.

"Sure".

He then leads me to his office. I needed to know what was happening to my wife.

"I am sorry but we tried to save the baby but due to the heavy bleeding it was impossible. The fall that your wife had was severe that she needed her brain to be drained of the blood clot. She is now out of danger and is currently in her room resting. Would you like to see her?", he asks after explaining what happened to her.

"Does she know about our baby?" I asked the doctor.

"Yes, she does. Let's go to her right now. Because she needs you", he says taking me to her room.

There she was, laying in bed looking at the wall with tears in her eyes.

She looked broken, just like I am feeling now.

I shouldn't have been there with her. But how did she even fall, when she was always careful?

Especially when she disliked wearing heels and always wears Converse or just flats.

I slowly opened the door letting myself in. She turned to face me that's when we broke down together.

I quickly rushed to her side and hugged her.

"I am sorry, Azaan. I am really sorry...."

"Shh!! Its not your fault. Never say sorry for something that you didn't do", I tell her wiping the tears from her face.

Saira's Pov.

I can't believe I lost my baby because of Faryal. I don't know what I did to deserve this from her.

She was welcomed into our house with forgiveness in our hearts but she ended up causing me to lose my baby.

The baby was innocent and didn't do anyone any harm.

I kept saying sorry over and over to Azaan. I blamed myself for this.

I shouldn't have gone back to our room to get Azaan's gift that he might never be able to use now that our baby is gone.

I wished that all of this is just a nightmare and that I can wake up and forget that it ever happened but that was not possible.

"Saira, it's okay. It isn't your fault. This couldn't have been prevented, habibty," Azaan says to me.

It could have been if we didn't bring that evil woman into our home.

I couldn't speak, he just held me in his arms which made me feel safe.

My safe place.

"I love you, my wife. Don't even think that this is your fault. Allah knows best why this happened to us. We can trust Him because He is the only one who has answers to our unanswered questions", he says trying to ease what I am feeling.

The pain of losing my unborn baby.

The anger toward her for pushing me down the stairs for no reason.

She did this because she knew that it would hurt Azaan and me. But she doesn't know that a wife can do anything to keep her husband safe even from women like her.

"I was planning a get a way because of this surprise but now our baby is gone, Azaan. Our baby. I even had a perfect gift....."

"Hey, Allah knows what will happen in future, so in shaa Allah we will have other kids. And you and I will be their parents. Don't despair, habibty. As Allah knows best", he says smiling at me.

But I knew that his smile was fake as he was hurting too. 

"Everything will be okay, Saira. Get some rest while I go and call our family. They need to know this. We need them as much as they need us," Azaan tells me kissing my bandaged forehead.

I had to have stitches on the back of my head because of the fall.

"Okay, but please don't leave me", I tell him as I lay down on the bed.

"I promise not to leave you, now close your eyes. I will be right next to you".

I know that I should tell him who pushed me but the main question is will he believe me or her?

Ya Allah, give me the courage to get through this and help me tell Azaan what happened to me.

I could see him talking on the phone, it must be Mamma Hayat.

This is it, Saira. Tell him who pushed you.

"Didn't I ask you to rest? Why are you awake?", he asks me.

"Azaan, I need to talk to you. Please don't interrupt until I am finished," I tell him.

He nods and lets me continue what I was telling him.

I started explaining what happen to me. And that I have been pushed by nonother than Faryal.

"I don't know why she did it but I would rather not go back to the house if she is there, Azaan. I don't want to be seem as a bad person but please don't let her stay at our home anymore", I tell him.

I could the shocked expression on his face that was placed by anger.

"How could she do this? I am going to call the police on her....."

"Azaan, no. Calm down first before we decide on anything about her. We should be rational and calm when we are discussing this. Because we can't let our anger rule over our decisions. We need to find evidence that will support our claim. Anger will make us do things without thinking. It's poison in our lives and we need to avoid it", I tell him to try and calm him down even though the information I have given him was something that he never thought would happen.

"You are right, but I still need to get her out of our house today. And for her never to come back, if she does I am sending her to prison and that's a promise, habibty", he tells me. "Now, rest because mamma will be here in a few minutes", he added.

Sometimes we can't help but be grateful to Allah for giving us what we deserve instead of what we need. Allah knows best. The best for our future.

In the coming days, I was surrounded by people who loved, cared for, and pampered me even though I kept telling them that I was alright.

True to his word, Azaan threw out Faryal who pretended not to know why he did that. I haven't seen or heard from her since that day.

I let Azaan deal with her, as I didn't want anything to do with her. I have always been kind to her yet she pushed me without any mercy.

"Saira, are you alright?" mamma Hayat asks me.

"Yes, I am fine. Alhamdullilah," I tell her smiling at her.

I am glad to have a mother-in-law like her. She treats me like her daughter instead of her daughter-in-law.

"Okay, call me if you need anything, habibty. I will be in the kitchen", she tells me leaving me alone.

As soon as she left the room, my phone beeped indicating that there was a message that someone had sent.

I opened the message only to find out that it was none other than Faryal who sent me the message.

"Don't think that this is over. Don't worry I stil have plans for you and your husband. Just be alert, Saira. I might be out of the house but never out of sight. Always remember that day when you lost your precious baby. There will be a day where he will not believe you as he did when you told him about me pushing you. I will get what I want but for now rest".

When will she leave us alone?

Ya Allah, help me in this. Give me the strength that Azaan and I will need to fight her. Ya Allah, please don't make her appear in our lives ever.

I knew that I couldn't hide this message from my husband as he needed to know what Faryal sent me.

I pray that she will be out of our lives for good but what I didn't know was that I would be stepping into a trap that she had set for me and someone that my husband hates.