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Last Call

By Raihanah Bint Abdul Hakeem

Episode Eight

“What’s wrong with you, why the sad face?” Mas’ud asked while moving closer to me. “Is there anything bothering you, please do tell me?”. He sounded a bit worried with the look on his face.

“Nothing….I’m fine. I’m perfectly okay.” I said.

“You can’t just tell me you’re fine when you ain’t looking fine yourself. Lateefah, please confide in me”. He said gently with a frown on his face.

“I haven’t seen my menstrual period for the past one month, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Mas’ud am I ill? I paused, staring at the giant wall clock in the room. “I have always been seeing my period. I actually thought it was late, then I waited for more days. Mas’ud I’m scared”. I blubbered as tears came swimming from my eyes.

Mas’ud held my hands into his carefully, his phone rang uncountable times without him bothering to pick it up. I stared anxiously to what he is about to say, “Lateefah, I will always be with you, no matter the circumstances, no matter how bad the situation could be.” He squeezed my hands gently into his one more time. He paused then motioned to talk, “We have to visit the hospital….. and that’s immediately so get yourself prepared.”

Doctor Jide stared at Mas’ud then fixed his face on me, he made a slight cough, then adjusted his eyeglasses properly. He stared at both Mas’ud and I then fixed his gaze on an envelope sitted on the table. He picked it up, opened the seal, and then coughed a little while.

While sitting on the chair awaiting our results, I wish the wall could open up to swallow me in… All was just not forthcoming. I adjusted my seat uncomfortably, fixed my gaze to Mas’ud then to Doctor Jide. He retreated his seat then he spoke, “Alhamdulillah, nothing is wrong with sister Lateefah except that she is some weeks and a month pregnant.”

“Pregnant?….Mas’ud….Subhanallah…..”I couldn’t hide my feelings any longer as tears poured down from my eyes. I couldn’t stop crying as Mas’ud collected the results, thanked the doctor, gave him a brotherly handshake and baded the doctor goodbye.

Back in the car, Mas’ud sat me down next to the driver seat, as he brought his hand and wiped out all my tears, he comforted me but still the tears could not ceased. “Lateefah, you are hurting me for Allāh’s sake. I can’t withstand you crying. Please stop this.” He said sadly, his voice shaking, “Which of my Lord’s favour would I deny? Mas’ud…. I have never be pregnant for a day, I have always had my period for a whole year non-stop……non-stop Mas’ud, non-stop wallohi!”

“Truly, Allāh is with the patient one’s. I am so happy for this moment. Indeed this is one of the happiest moments of my life. Lateefah, I love you so much and will never hurt you anymore.”

“….How I wish Aliyah was here with us… to congratulate us but Allah knows best.” I said wiping out my tears.

Mas’ud countenance changed, and I could see his face, his handsome face as little tears came from his eyes and started trickling down his face. He brought an handkerchief from his breastpocket to wipe out the flowing unstoppable tears.

Aliyah meant a lot to Mas’ud as I meant a lot to him also. She was the first woman to become pregnant for him, the first woman to carry his pregnancy, and the first woman to get his baby delivered but luck was not on his side as she didn’t live to fulfill all his wishes. We plan and Allāh is the best of planners.

I couldn’t withstand my husband crying uncontrollably any longer as I moved closer to him, held his hands in mine….”Allāh is the best of planners, you know…you are hurting me seeing you cry like this.” He stared into my eyes and I could see from his face a man I had loved, a man who had showered his care and love upon me…. A whole circumstance has revolved around us. I focused to face the reality, brought the handkerchief in his hands, took it from him and placed it gently on my laps.

My hands moved more closer as I placed it on his face while still in the car, from the background was a qunut playing. My hands switched to increase the volume of the sound player, and the glasses of the car was tinted so no one could see what we are up to. Mas’ud kept wondering what I was up to. I moved an inch closer to him, leaving no space between us as I wiped out all his tears. My hands moved to the back of his head and finally to his beards as I kissed him passionately.
“I love you so much Lateefah, and will always do by Allāh’s willing.” Mas’ud said, as I placed my head on his shoulder.


“And be patient for your patience is but by Allah…” [an-Nahl 16:127]

“So lose not heart nor despair…” [Al ‘Imran 3:139].

“…Indeed, the patient will be given their reward without account.” [az-Zumar 39:10].

“…and be patient. Indeed, Allah is with the patient.” [al-Anfal 8:46].

“And whoever is patient and forgives – indeed, that is of the matters [requiring] determination” [ash-Shura 42:43]

“But none is granted it except those who are patient, and none is granted it except one having a great portion [of good].” [Fussilat 41:35].

“And seek help through patience and prayer, and indeed, it is difficult except for the humbly submissive [to Allah ]…” [al-Baqarah 2:45]

Written by Raihanah bint Abdul-hakeem


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