The Accident.

Hayat's pov.

I wasn't angry at Aayan for shouting at me. He thought I was abusing Azaan but the truth was I wasn't going to.

I was more sad than angry because of the words he said to me. I love Azaan as my son.

As I got out of the house, I didn't notice that Azaan came running toward me. He was crying for me.

"Mamma", I could hear him calling me from the roadside beside the home.

He was running towards me while the car was coming towards him. I quickly rushed towards him not caring about myself.

He was my priority.

I quickly grabbed him out of the way making the car hit me instead of him. I could feel the blood coming out of my head but all I could think of was Azaan alright?

I got my answer when I saw his small hands wiping the blood that was coming out of my head.

" Mamma", he continued to cry while trying to keep me awake.

Alhamdulillah he is safe.

As I begin losing consciousness. I could hear the guard calling my name.

"Mrs. Hayat. Hold on the ambulance is coming", he said to me while trying to take Azaan in his arms.

I couldn't keep my eyes open for too long. I lost consciousness while my head was on Azaan's lap.

Author's pov.

The car that hit her got away before anyone could get the license number and try to identify it.

As the ambulance arrived, Azaan didn't want to let her go but the guard told him that he needed to inform his father and that they will go together.

The poor little boy was covered in blood as he didn't understand what was going on.

All he wanted was his mamma.

The guard took Azaan in his arms and ran to the house to inform Aayan about Hayat's accident.

But when he saw Azaan's bloody clothes he knew that Hayat was in bad shape.

Aayan left Azaan who was crying with Farwa and quickly rushed to the hospital, praying that Hayat was okay.

It's my fault that this happened to her. She risked her life to save Azaan without a single thought of what would happen to her.

Aayan's pov{After the Accident}.

I asked Zahir if I could see her. He permitted me even though she was in a coma and he didn't know if or when he would wake up.

I walked into her room to find her lying in bed with breathing tubes on her.

Her head had a huge bandage. She had small bruises on her too.

I slowly took a seat beside her trying not to cry.

I took her hand with mine, giving her warmth.

" I am sorry, Habibty. I wish I could take back the words I said to you. I wish I listened before jumping to the conclusion that you might be mistreating Azaan. I wish I could change what happened today but I can't. It's all my fault what happened to you......"

He couldn't stop the tears from coming out of his eyes. Aayan felt guilty for the last words he said to Hayat.

They have been married for almost half a year now and she didn't even try to complain about anything that he does.

She always wakes him up for fajr prayers and she also prays with him no matter what.

Ya Allah, I am sorry. I know how much I have hurt her. I pray that she wakes up and forgives me for what I have done. I will do anything for her to get better.

Azaan needs her, and so do I......

I admit that she made an impact on my life, a great impact that if she leaves I will not be the same person.

I quickly wiped my tears because I heard the door open.

Hayat's father walked with tears in his eyes seeing his daughter lying in bed hurt.

He put his hand on Aayan's shoulder as they both looked at Hayat.

"It isn't your fault, my son. I know that you think it is. My Hayat isn't someone who would hate, or even hold grudges against someone. She will forgive you because it is the right thing to do. As her mother taught her to do so", Ahmed tells me.

Aayan was amazed at how Hayat and her father were. She endured mistreatment yet she didn't let it get her down.

"I am at fault, Dad. I wish I could take back what I said to her....."

"Azaan means the world to her, Aayan. She would never hurt him. Or even put her hands on him just to discipline him. She doesn't believe in that. She always tells me that a child should be taught rather than beaten. That's how a child will know if they are wrong or right because you talk to them", Ahmed interrupted me. " She will wake up, in shaa Allah. I trust and pray to Allah. You should too", he added.

After that Ahmed left the room leaving Aayan alone with Hayat.

"Pray even if the answers aren't coming. Because Allah might delay your answer so that he could give you a better one".

These are the words Hayat said to him a week after their wedding.

He was tired of praying and not getting an answer.

Aayan needed to go home and check on Azaan but he also needed someone to stay beside Hayat.

He walked out of the room to find Sameera standing outside the room.

"I am sorry, Sameera....."

Sameera shakes her head not letting him continue what he wanted to say.

"I understand what you did. You can go and see Azaan. He must be traumatized by what he saw. You need to assure him that his Mamma is safe and will be coming home soon", she says to me. " Don't worry, I will stay just in case she wakes up", she added smiling.

But I knew that smile was a sad one.

I bid her goodbye walked outside the hospital and then got into my car but before driving I started crying for Hayat, myself, and our son.

Ya Allah, give me some guidance, because when you sent Hayat. You had sent an angel to me. An Angel that Azaan and I need. She helped me connect with you again when I was disconnected.

She gave me back my life and courage but now all I did was hurt her with my words. Azaan is our priority, our son.

I drove back to the house and wiped my tears as I didn't want Azaan to see that.

I hoped and prayed that Farwa managed to calm him down and try to bathe him.

Before I could walk in, the guard walked up to me.

"How's ma'am? Is she going to be alright?", he asked him.

"In that Allah, she will be. Pray for her. And thank you for what you did for us", I thanked him and walked into the house only to find my parents waiting for me with Azaan in my mother's arms fast asleep.

"Asalam Aleikum", I greeted them and took a seat beside Mum.

"Waleikum salaam, how is Hayat? What happened to her?", my father asks me. Hayat has made a great impact on our lives. She became a light in our darkness.

" She hit her head hard and lost a lot of blood. Zahir was the one who did the operation to save her life. But unfortunately, she slipped into a coma and he doesn't know when she will wake up", I explained to them. "It's all my fault, Mum. I shouldn't have said those words to her. She saved Azaan and put herself in danger. She didn't care if she would get hurt all she did was think of him", I added trying not to cry.

"My son, Hayat will wake up. Have faith in Allah. He knows what to do. But for now, take care of Azaan....."

"I need a favor. If you don't mind if Azaan stays with you until I know that Hayat is out of danger. I don't want him to see her like that. And I am going back to the hospital after this", I interrupt them.

I need to be there for her as she would be there for me and Azaan.

" Okay, son. We will take Azaan with us until Hayat is out of any type of danger. But please inform us if any changes occur. Take care of her, Aayan. She is too precious for us" " Mum tells me.

I thanked them and held Azaan who was awake. I explained to him what happened to his mamma. I even told him that when she gets better I would take him with me to see her. He agreed to stay with Mum and Dad.

Unknown pov.

I should have driven the car myself. Incompetence, useless people. She got saved but for how long?

I shouldn't have hired someone who would make me waste my money.

I will get you, Hayat. And that's a promise to you. I will kill you if not now then maybe I will try again tomorrow.

I looked at her through the window feeling no remorse for her whatsoever.

There are always plans A, B, C, and the list goes on.

Be careful to who you give your trust. A sheep can be a wolf and a wolf can also be a sheep. Not everyone is your friend, someone might be there to watch you fall.