Third POV

They were passing through the corridor when a cry of a baby stopped Haya. She looked behind to confirm the source of the voice that held her. She saw many nurses surrounding a baby cot.

"Who does that, who leaves a newborn and runs away "

"Was she even a human"

"I think she was not married"

"Yes she came alone here and disappeared after giving birth."

These were all the whispers nurses were doing, leaving the wailing baby behind.

Haya asked Amma to sit on a nearby chair and started walking towards them. She saw a tag of 'girl' on the crib. Slowly she moved to see the crying baby girl placed in a cot.

Carefully she picked up the crying baby girl into her arms, started rocking her slowly.

Suddenly all the whispers stopped as they started eyeing Haya weirdly.

As she calmed down she opened her eyes and looked into Haya's eyes.

A world of innocence stared back into her eyes. She was mesmerized by the beauty that her little eyes held. Those hazel colored little eyes stool her heart away.

Slowly Haya walked to Amma in a trans and sat beside Amma with the bundle of innocence in her hands followed by one of the nurse to which she was obvious.

"Amma look ...... she is so beautiful na" She said gently taking her small pink hand into her bigger one. The small hand tighten the hold on her thumb like she is asking for something.

"Yes she is ....  Ma'sha Allah" Amma said placing her hand on her little head that was covered with a small pink cap .

"Are you some relative of her, Actually her mother went somewhere and she hasn't returned till now and it's her feed time ......." The nurse said and both Amma and Haya looked at her with wide eyes.

"I am sorry ....... actually ....... her mother resembled with you so much that I thought...." The nurse apologized seeing Haya's reaction.

"Where is her mother?" Amma asked as she became upset, that how can someone leave a newborn for so much time.

"She came here in emergency and no one was with her and ..... after she gave birth she stay the night and then in the morning. She was not here ..." the nurse stated.

Listening to the Nurse Haya cringed internally. She held the baby a little more close to her heart. She felt an intimacy with her.

In one way or other she was also abandoned by her parents, especially her mother. Whose importance she realized when Amma came back into her life. The bond that she shared with her as a small child was revived. The love she was missing was filled by her.

She loved sharing things with her. She loved cooking with her. She loved doing house chores with her. She loved everything she did with her, even she enjoyed annoying her which she missed doing with her real mother.

Kissing baby's forehead she made a decision that she didn't knew where it will lead her but she was determined to dare this world.

The ones, who have no one beside them, always have Allah besides them. And the ones who are lost, are lost for a reason.

She found her reason and she was determined to keep that.

Haya's POV

I took a decision for Jannah. A decision that I don't know where it will lead me, but one thing that I know is that Allah will always be with me no matter what.

Carefully taking her into my arms. I placed the milk bottle on her lips to which she latched on quickly.

She has beautiful hazel colored eyes. Little button nose and brownish hair.

"Amma look at her eyes" I called her who was lying besides me on her bed.

" Yes ..... They are beautiful." She smiled looking at me.

"Amma she so small na...... Are all babies this small?" I asked with a smile while stroking her head which was even smaller than my hand.

She nodded her head while coughing.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I saw her coughing again.

"Ye..sss. .." she said but I know she is not.

"I will make you tea for cough after she finishes" I said looking at milk bottle which was half by now.

"Haya I think you need to think once more. Its a big step and you are yourself dependent on your parents." She said making me cringe on the name of parents.

" I know what I need to do" I said and placed the baby in the middle of the bed placing the a pillow beside.

After that I made Amma her tea. We were now in the living room.

"Haya I want you to think about it once more. You are not married. It will become a big problem for you later." She warned.

"I don't care. There is no restrictions for an unmarried to adopt so why should I stop myself." I said and shrugged.

"Haya beta .... understand .... we are not in a western culture. We are in a eastern society. Even Western societies alienate such women." Amma tried to convince me.

"Amma I have decided and more over who will marry me ......  " I said laughed.

"Haya!!!" Amma scolded

"Let it go ..... Amma .... I have decided." I said giving my final verdict.

"You don't even know the consequences of it .....  Haya you are very young " Amma said which I ignored expertly.

This was a topic that was under argument form last five days when I decided to adopt Noor.

I named her Noor because this was the first thing that came to my mind when I stared back into her hazel eyes.

I didn't even knew that day a little baby will steal my heart and after that I couldn't stop myself. Everything happened in a seconds. I still cannot believe that I adopted her. It all still feels like a dream.

I have decided to adopt her. A decision that will make my Jannah. I have been lost for long. Now I don't care if it destroy my worldly life. I want to do something for Allah. I want to make him happy.

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I heard a gentle wail form my room when I was cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

Going back into my room I picked her up and prepared her a bottle of milk. I was very worried when she used to sleep all day but Amma told me that it is normal for babies. Now she wake up for like longer than she did before. She is 15 days old now. In these days I shifted to Amma's room along with her as her condition was not good.

I haven't told anyone about Noor till now. Actually I don't know how to tell them. So I was avoiding them and moreover I was busy with Noor too. It was very difficult for me to adjust to her schedule. The night are worse when she wakes up and I have to prepare milk for her.

But in all this I was happy. I don't know why but I was feeling great being with her. I wanted to do all the things I missed with my mother. Be her friend, be her guardian, be her guide, be her refuge. I never imagined to be a mother but for her I want to BE A MOTHER.

After washing her up I placed her back onto the bed for sometime. I went out of room to complete my work when I saw Amma coughing while holding the kitchen slab. I ran to her and started rubbing her back.

She was coughing badly while placing her hand on her mouth.

As her coughing stopped her hand was full of blood. My eyes widen seeing her hand. I was thinking it was due to some cut her hand but the stain on her lips and teeth were saying something else.

I took out some tissues to wipe her hand and mouth  before I could do that I saw her falling and losing consciousness in my arms.

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Within two day we moved to Karachi along with Amma. She was diagnosed with advanced throat cancer.

This was a heart breaking news for all of us. Amma was hurriedly admitted to the hospital. I also moved to Hamza Bhai's flat along with Noor. He didn't ask anything first but later he asked me.

"Haya who is she?" he asked eyeing Noor who was lying on sofa close to me.

"Bhai .... I adopted her " I said fearing his reaction.

"What !!!! " His eyes enlarged. "What are you saying?"

"Bhai I adopted ..... her" I repeated while taking her into my arms.

"WHAT!! ...... Are you mad Haya. Do you even know what are you doing?" He yelled.

" Hamza please calm down " Ayza Bhabhi tried to calm him down.

"Bhai I want to just look after her" I said while holding her in my arms to move back to my room.

"Haya you are taking her back from where you have brought her". He glared while pointing towards Noor.

"Bhai I adopted to keep her not to give her away" I pleaded.

"Are you serious Haya. Why do you even need to adopt her." He said a little harshly.

"I don't think I need a reason for adoption." I said and moved towards my room

" Haya ..... " He called behind me.

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Next day after praying morning prayer and slept for sometime.

At Breakfast table Hamza Bhai was not talking to me as before. I know he is not happy with this but I cannot leave her now for a future that I don't even know about.

After placing Noor making Noor sleep again I was alone at home after Hamza Bhai and Ayza Bhabhi left for hospital so I went to kitchen to make something for Amma so that I can take it to hospital. She was in the same hospital where Hamza Bhai and Ayza Bhabhi work.

At 10 am I went to hospital along with Noor. Noor was allowed so I gave her to Ayza Bhabhi till I am with her.

I went into the ward where she was admitted.

"Amma ...." I called and seeing surrounded with machine my eyes watered.

"Amma .... " I sat close to her on a stool holding her hand carefully holding my sobs.

"Ha...ya....." She called in hoarse voice removing the oxygen mask form her mouth.

"Amm..a .... " I broke down into tears placing my head on her hand.

"Be...brave.... Haya...." She said in mere whisper.

"No .... I ... cannot be.... Amma..." I said hopelessly.

"You ....nee..d... to.... take ..... care.... of...... Noor too." She said difficulty while brushing my hair.

"Amma ..... It's difficult without you. I get scared when she cries and I cannot clam her like you" I sobbed saying it.

She chuckled hoarsely. "I .... told ...you .... babies...a...are.....not....easy...and especially .... crying... babies .... like....you"  She said make me laugh.

After talking some more. I went back home. I never imagined this would be last time I would meet her.

I never knew that life had that short time for her. Death is really a painful truth. A truth that you need to accept.

"Indeed we all need to return one day"

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This chapter is dedicated to all the children that are left in hospitals every year not in one country but all over the world. Sometimes because of the gender issues and sometimes due to financial issues. So it is dedication to all the couples who have adopted those babies and are loving them more than, they could have loved their own children.
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