A Journey of Forgiveness | New Beginnings |From Heartache to Happiness 'Story

  A TRUE STORY 

After five years of separation, we met coincidentally in a hospital. He was sitting in the obstetrics and gynecology department's waiting room. I saw him from behind my veil and got lost in memories of the past, remembering the time he came to propose to me.

 I was overjoyed because I would always pass by his electronics store, and my heart would race every time. I was smitten with him, and every girl in the neighborhood dreamed of him. Our engagement lasted two years, and he would often call or send voice messages on WhatsApp. Sometimes, he would tease me about not knowing how to read or write, saying, 'My illiterate beloved.' He had no idea how much those words humiliated me.

Can you give me your ID card?

 Some information is missing from the records.' I handed it over and moved forward, but he looked at me again, perhaps remembering the girl he had rejected through his mother without explanation. Did his conscience awaken? 

Was he thinking that maybe I was the same girl he wanted to apologize to? Oh, he's approaching me: 'Assalamu alaikum, may I sit with you?' I nodded, and he sat down.

After some silence, he said, 'Fatima, please forgive me; I know I wronged you, and my mistake is unforgivable.' Tears filled my eyes, and I managed to say, 'Why?' He remained silent for moments before speaking slowly, 'I couldn't find any excuse for myself...' I said sarcastically, 'Because I'm illiterate, right?' He lowered his head, saying nothing.

I asked, 'What brings you here?' He replied,

 'My wife is in the operation theater, giving birth.' I wondered what kind of woman he had chosen over me. I asked, 'Who's her doctor?' He smiled, 'Dr. Al-Fathi.' My heart raced at his response. 'That's great; she's the hospital's best doctor. I'm also getting my prenatal care from her.' He asked, 'You're getting checked by Dr. Al-Fathi?

 Doesn't your husband object?' Then he said,

 'Sorry, I intruded on your personal life.' I saw him lost in thought; was it jealousy, curiosity, or mockery?

I replied, 'My husband doesn't object because he wants our son's health taken care of.' I finished speaking, gazing at my belly, and didn't see his disappointed expression.

 

I was about to respond when I saw my husband approaching, wearing his white doctor's uniform, with a smile and love in his eyes - the same love I'm crazy about. 'Sorry, I'm late; there was a surgery.' Oh God! What good deed had I done to deserve such a loving husband? Tears overflowed...

'Are you okay, my dear?' 

He took me to his office, sat me down, and handed me a glass of water. He lifted my veil, and I drank, then he asked concernedly, 'Are you feeling better now?'

 I replied, 'I'm great because you're my husband. I'm very happy.' My words blended with tears of joy. He wiped my tears and kissed my forehead, then said, 'Are you ready to meet our baby?' 

I eagerly replied, 'Yes!' He carefully examined me.

 'We're having a boy!' I hugged him, tears streaming down my face. 'Will our son be like you?' He replied,

 'No, I want him to be like you.' I laughed, saying, 'Didn't we agree that if it's a boy, he'll be like you, and if it's a girl, she'll be like me?'

 He chuckled, 'Okay, my lady, but now you should get up so you don't miss your exam.' I remembered my bachelor's exam!

'Don't worry; everything will be fine.' I nodded, 'Will you come with me?' He replied,

 'Of course; I'll wait outside the school until you finish your exam.' We've been married for four years, and I've never felt the education gap between us. He's always been loving, and I've tried to be his best partner. He healed all my wounds, and I consider him God's remedy for me, after which no pain remains.'"