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Zaahida couldn't stop pacing to and fro in the waiting room. The news of Bilal's condition had her unstable. She had been crying nonstop since she found out he had been hospitalized. Bilal's family were also present at the hospital. His dad, Mr. Idris was sitting on the bench. Nazmeera standing by the wall.

It had been over two hours that they had been waiting for the doctor to emerge from the emergency room, but he still hadn't.

"Calm, down, Zaahida," Nazmeera approached her, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "He is going to be fine, if Allah wills."

Zaahida gazed at her through her vision which has become blurry. "I don't want to be a widow so soon, Nazmeera," She choked out, her voice a little above a whisper. "Please tell me he'll be fine."

"You won't be. Nothing is going to happen to him," Nazmeera reassured. Her gaze averted from Zaahida to Mr. Idris. He was seated on a bench quietly. She wondered what was going on his mind. He was unusually quiet. "Dad,"