I Loved Khadija Novel Chapter Twelve
He hugged her tightly to prevent her from falling to the ground, terrified. What happened to her that made her lose consciousness like this?!!?
Zain, with a panicked heartbeat: Dija... Dija, what's wrong with you? Answer me.
His brother ran to him, also terrified. He extended his arms to anxiously snatch her from his brother's arms, as he was more deserving of her, her husband. He gently carried her and headed to the large couch, placing her on it, his anxiety and fear killing him.
His mother went to him, anxiously and fearfully... to check on her.
Fatima worriedly: In the name of God... What's wrong with her? What happened to her? May God protect her. She was coming in perfectly.
Marwan felt a terrifying sensation creeping through his body from the intensity of his fear... Yes, he loved her... and regretted what he had done to her... and now she was his lover and wife... and he also felt remorse and self-blame for her poor health as a result of what she had endured over the past period... She had endured nervous exhaustion, fear... and terror... She had endured beatings, insults, and humiliation...
Marwan, his eyes shining with tears of fear and regret that something bad had happened to her... "I don't know. I don't know... Mom... my love. My love, answer me... What's wrong with you? What happened to you?"
He tried to wake her up and gently hit her repeatedly on her cheeks to wake her up... but she didn't respond, so he removed her veil from her face so she could breathe more freely...
He stood watching them anxiously and jealously, seeing his right as belonging to someone else. She was his right... she was his love. But the reality was that she loved his brother and married him without feeling it... that's what he thought...!!
. He was pained by what he felt and the weight that weighed on him... and when he saw his brother remove her veil, he turned his face away. This, too, was not his right, he had no right to anything. He was a stranger to her, this reality was unavoidable...
Fatima: Marwan, what are you telling me? Take her to her room and try to remove those clothes so she can breathe. Also, try to wake her up and smell anything. I'll call the doctor and have her come and see her...
Marwan hugged her tenderly: It's better if we don't take her to the hospital... in case there's something wrong I want to check on...
Fatima reassured him: No, no, God willing, it's something simple and she won't need a hospital visit. The doctor will come and reassure us...
Marwan nodded at her lightly and carried his wife... gently and lovingly... and went up to their room...
He stood watching his brother as he held her in his arms, unable to bear the fire in his heart that had risen to his head, ravaging him. He breathed heavily at the feeling that weighed on his chest...
But he was brought out of his reverie by the sound of his mother talking to the doctor. He gritted his teeth. He had felt that his mother was planning something for a while. He understood her very well... and her tricks were no secret to him... He turned to her and asked her with interest...
Zain, anticipating: "Whose doctor did you call, Mom?!"
Fatima smiled: "That's Dr. Yara."
Zain, impatient, his suspicions confirmed: "Yara...!!! Umm... Isn't this the doctor who saw Dija on her wedding day and met her two days ago when you were sick that night and we went to the hospital... and you kept talking... and then you came back as if you weren't sick and your health had improved... You didn't see her?!!!"
Fatima feigned innocence: "Yes, she is." When we met her again, she gave me her number in case we needed her for anything...
Zain understood what she was planning and with a piercing look: "But mom, is that why you took her number?!"
Fatima, confused: "Yes. Oh, and then you're going to investigate me. Don't let me go see that breathless girl..."
She walked away from him, certain that if she stayed longer, he'd find out everything she was planning...
He grabbed his head angrily and sat back on the chair, burying his face in his palms, not knowing when he would finally be free from the torment of his love and passion...or rather, the curse of his passion...!!!!!
After some time, Dr. Yara came in and he welcomed her, seeing as his mother and brother were upstairs next to Khadija.
Zain politely: "Hello, Dr. Yara." Sorry to bother you..
Yara shyly, trying to hide her admiration for him: Welcome, officer. And by the way, there's no trouble or anything... I really liked Aunt and Khadija..
Zain nodded at her in understanding and pointed her in the direction of the stairs to go up to Khadija's room: Come with me, I'll show you where Dija's room is...
She nodded at him and walked with him, glancing at him. She had never admired anyone like him in her life. She was impressed by his masculinity, dignity, self-confidence, and overwhelming majesty. His strong, yet extremely handsome, masculine features... He was truly eye-catching. She closed her eyes in delight as she inhaled the scent of his perfume that filled the room. It was a strong, masculine scent that suited him perfectly...
She walked behind him, lost in her own imagination. When they reached his brother's room, he stopped and turned to find her staring at him in awe and smiling a foolish smile. He sighed to shake her out of her thoughts that were clearly revealed to him. In front of him...
Zain, embarrassed: "Uh-huh. Come in, this is Marwan and Dija's room. Of course, I can't go in. You go in, I'll wait for you downstairs..."
She was embarrassed and embarrassed by her stupidity that had embarrassed her in front of him like this. She nodded lightly and turned to face the door of the room. Before knocking, she...
Zain calmly: "Would you like something to drink?!"
Yara, shyly: "No, thank you. I don't want anything..."
Zain sighed: "Okay, I'll have Umm Ahmed send you some juice."
He descended the stairs lightly and gracefully to go down. As for her, her gaze was fixed on him until he disappeared from her sight... She took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts that had been scattered by his presence... and his deadly presence. A light knock came on the door of the room. Moments later, Fatima opened the door for her. As soon as she saw her, her face lit up and she was extremely happy to see her. She welcomed her...
Fatima happily said, "Welcome, you light up my life, my dear. Come in."
She entered with her, smiled, and greeted both Marwan and Khadija, who had regained consciousness but looked exhausted and tired. Her face was pale, and her eyes were cloudy.
Yara: "Good evening, how are you, Khadija? How are you?!"
Khadija looked exhausted. She smiled weakly, "Thank God, how are you? Sorry to have tired you out."
Yara: "No, not at all. I'm really happy to see you again. But the important thing is to check on you first."
She looked at Marwan. "Can I examine you?!"
Marwan nodded, made way for her, and got up from beside Khadija. Before he left, he tried to apologize to her for what he did during their first meeting...
Marwan Bahraj and apologized: Dr. Yara, I apologize for the way I treated you the first time we met. I was suffocating and not in
I'm sorry... if I was your guest...
Yara with a smile: No, no problem, I understand how you were feeling at the time...
Marwan left the room, went downstairs, and sat with his brother.
Zain frowned in surprise: What brought you down? Did she even get examined?!!!!?
Marwan sighed heavily: No, not yet. I just let her take her time, and Mama is with her to help her.
Zain tried to reassure himself and his brother: Don't worry, God willing, everything will be fine. You'll find her just exhausted from traveling... and it's clear you've been taking her out a lot and have worn her out with you lately.
Marwan sighed hopefully: Oh God... Oh God, Zain... you don't know what Dija means to me. She's my soul. I can't tell you what she did for me and how she stood by me. I'm worried about her. I'm afraid God will punish me for my sins against her. Oh God... Oh God, let her be okay... If anything happens to her, I won't forgive myself... I've tired her out so much. So much...
Zain doesn't understand anything his brother is saying and doesn't know what he's getting at. But it's clear that this isn't his brother!!!!!
He seems like a different, calm person. Balanced and rational, and his fear and concern for his little girl is very clear. He calmed down a lot because this way he will protect her and never bother her again... And since he loves her this much, he will honor her and fear God in her treatment of her...
They sat together, worried about her. Until they heard their mother's ululations rising. They were both surprised and looked at each other in amazement. Then they heard their mother screaming Marwan's name...
Marwan, surprised: Is that my mother's voice or am I imagining it?!!!!
Zain, confused: No, she isn't. But why is she ululating?!!!! Marwan: Okay, let's go see what's going on.
The two of them went upstairs and upon reaching Khadija's room, they found their mother standing there, looking very happy and smiling. Upon seeing Marwan, she hugged him happily, congratulating him.
Fatima: Congratulations, my dear. Congratulations! You're going to have a father. Dija is pregnant.
Marwan, happily and in disbelief: Really? Are you serious, Mom? Dija is pregnant, really? I'm so happy... I can't believe it!
Fatima: Of course I'm serious. Come in with me and you can see the doctor for yourself.
He entered the room, unable to contain his joy.
Fatima looked at Zein and smiled: May you have the same, Zein, my son, when I rejoice with you and your children.
She entered the room behind his brother.
He stood there like a statue. Shocked! Astonished! Jealous! He envies his brother for winning her first and now for carrying her from him! ... Aaaah, what a deep wound that still bleeds.... Every time I try to pick you up and heal you... I stab you again... Every time the stab is stronger and more violent... Every time the wound grows and deepens... Aaaah, my heart... Aaaah..
His being shook, not knowing what hit him!!!! He was paralyzed in thought. All that became clear to him at that moment was that he was destined to be deprived of her forever. Every day she moved away from him one step at a time. Every day the barriers and obstacles between them increased.
Now I must lose hope, inevitably. You will never be mine. I will never have you... my little one... You will never reach my arms, Khadija... It's over.
You will remain a distant dream. A star shining in the distant sky. I can't touch or possess her... I'm becoming more and more deprived of her...
He closed his eyes in pain, a treacherous, sad tear escaping his eyes. He clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall... several angry, raging times... wishing he could lose his memory right now. It would be better for him. At least he would be relieved of this pain and torment...
Whenever he remembered how this fetus came to be...
How his beloved was in his brother's arms... How happy and responsive she was...
Aaaah came out of his chest, bitter and full of pain, hurt, and jealousy.
He quickly and frantically descended the stairs. He got into his car, aimlessly driving. He didn't know where to go or who to complain to.
He hugged her tightly and kissed her passionately on both cheeks...
He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Was his wife really pregnant? Oh God. How generous You are. How merciful You are. May you grant me a wife like Khadija who will stand by me and help me recover from my affliction. May I recover in good health without my secret being exposed. And now, may you grant me a child. And from whom!!!? From my beloved Khadija, whom I would never find anyone like if I roamed the earth...
Yara: Hahahahaha. No, I'm not afraid of her, Mr. Marwan. Khadija is weak and needs rest and nourishment.
Marwan finally controlled his nerves, pushed her away from his embrace, and gently kissed her forehead: "Okay... Ok... Don't worry... I'll take care of her myself. Are you sure that she's pregnant? Aren't you imagining it...?!!"
Yara: Hahahahaha. No, I swear, I'm sure she's pregnant. Really...
Marwan scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled: "Honestly, I always see this story in movies. The doctor examines her and says she's pregnant. I wish I knew how they knew.!!" Yara, trying to stifle a laugh at his question, said, "Honestly, I don't know how they knew. I'll talk about what I'm sure of." Of course, I asked her a few questions that clarified the issue and the symptoms she was complaining of. I also ran a test that I always carry with me due to my work. All of this, not to mention that she and your mother heard the sound of the fetus's heartbeat...
Marwan, in astonishment: "Really? How... Oh my God, can I hear it too? Please...?!!?"
She smiled at him, nodded lightly, and took a small device out of her bag. She placed it on Khadija's belly, and the sound of the fetus's heartbeat echoed loudly. His face was covered in surprise and joy. Tears welled up in his eyes... with joy, his heart soaring amidst the clouds... as he listened to his son's heartbeat in his wife's womb. How wonderful this moment truly was... a moment in the world and everything in it...
Yara turned off the device and put it in her bag. She turned to them.
Yara: Of course, she'll take this medication. The instructions are also good. In a week, she'll come to the hospital and we'll do a 4D, run the required tests...
and check on the baby...
Marwan, with certainty: Of course, of course. And if you need her tomorrow, I'll bring her to you. I'm at your service, my dear Dija. What matters is her health...
Yara: No, it's not necessary. I checked on her today, thank God. And in a week, I'll see her again... But the important thing is that she eats well...
Fatima, with maternal cunning: Well, it's better if we bring her to your clinic...
Yara smiled: Whatever you like, I'm at your service. Come wherever you like...
Fatima: Fine, we'll bring her to the clinic next week.
Yara: Fine. Excuse me.
Fatima: Wait for me to come down and pick you up.
And she went out with her to drop her off.
Downstairs. As they descended the stairs,
Fatima: Tell me, Yara. What do you think of my son Zein?
Yara's heart skipped a beat when she heard his name. Hearing him upset and confused her.
Yara, shyly and confused: Uh-hmm. What do you think?
Fatima, slyly: I mean, his looks, his style, his words.
Yara: By God, the officer is a respectable and well-mannered person, and I respect him. The few times I've seen him, I really admire his personality. May God keep him and his brother for you.
Fatima, relieved: You too, God knows how I loved you. You're like my daughter, just like Dija. And God willing, you'll soon be like her in every way.
Her heart skipped a beat of happiness as she listened to Fatima's hints.
Yara: Okay, I'll excuse myself and see you next week, God willing.
Fatima winked at her, "God willing, we'll meet before then, and at your house, but just say 'God willing.'"
She blushed and blushed at the situation she was in. She quickly ran away from her, her face flushed red and hot.
Fatima laughed heartily at Yara's shyness. She wished she was a wife for her son, Zain.
Fatima: "God willing, may she be yours, Zain, my son. And may I be happy with you like your brother."
She was lost in thought, still not sure how she really felt. Was she happy about the news of her pregnancy or sad? Was she really going to become a mother without her lover? Was she really destined to remain his wife and continue living with her lover in the same house? Was she really going to continue suffering while seeing him in front of her every day, a stranger? How?!
Was there really no end to her suffering?!
Was she really going to continue suffering and remain a prisoner of impossible love? Oh my God.
How long!!!?
How long!!!!?
She was distracted and didn't hear a word Marwan was saying as he spoke excitedly and happily. He was babbling away. Until he noticed her distraction and lack of awareness of what he was saying, so he urged her to pay attention to him by shaking her lightly.
Marwan: Dija. My love, are you okay? What are you thinking about? What are you thinking about?
Finally, she paid attention to him as if he was bringing her up from a deep, dark well: Huh. Are you saying something, Marwan?
Marwan smiled: Yaaaah. I'm saying something. My mouth is dry, madam, while I'm talking to you. But don't worry about it. Anyway, don't you feel that you're not happy about the pregnancy?
Khadija, confused: No, of course not. How can you say that?
I'm very happy.
Marwan, confused: What's wrong? Why aren't you talking or even looking happy?!!?
Khadija closed her eyes, cursing herself for making him feel this way...
Aaaah, how stupid of you, you naive girl... How could you not notice... Why did you hurt him like this... Didn't you see his joy in you and your pregnancy?... Cursed is your impossible love that took you by surprise like this...
Khadija: No, never. Honestly, I'm scared. I don't know how to understand my feelings. We got married quickly. And now I'm pregnant. And I don't know about my studies. I feel like I'm confused...
Marwan smiled and patted her hand, reassuring her: "My love, even if it's about the pregnancy... We're all by your side. Me, mom, and even your mom won't abandon you. And studying. I'll always take you there, just like I used to. And the day you can't go to university, stay home and I'll bring your lectures here. And I'll have Zain explain them to you. What do you think?"
Her heart skipped a beat at the memory. She was afraid to sit with him too and have him explain to her. No, no, she couldn't bear it. She had to avoid him as much as possible. She had to resist her feelings for him. She had to bury her love for him, for she was now a wife and a mother in the near future. She had to control her cursed heart by any means...
Khadija, a little angrily: No, no. Thank you. I don't want anyone to explain anything to me. God willing, I'll be fine and be able to go to university. May God make it easy...
Marwan pulled her into his arms, breathing in relief.
Marwan: Oh, Dija, I can't describe to you how happy I am to be pregnant with you. I am truly lucky to have you. You have brightened my life, you have truly changed me... You are a new life and a new world... The most beautiful world... I love you, I love you.
Khadija: A tear of regret and pain shed from her eyes as she listened to him. He now deserved her love and loyalty. But may God curse a traitorous heart. What we cannot control, I wish we could give it to those who love us, not to those we loved and who did not feel us. Oh, you, my heart, for you have your own laws and do as you please.
And it is true what they say, the heart has no power, it is the power of itself... It is the master of its kingdom, it possesses and commands, and the limbs obey in silence and stumbling...
Feeling her tears and silence, he extended his fingers and lifted her face to meet her sad hazel eyes...
Marwan, with love and pain at the same time: I know that you do not love me as I love you. And to this day, I do not know the reason that made you marry me when you do not love me. But all I want you to understand is that I may not have loved you at first, I was just in awe of you. But I swear to God, I loved you with all my heart. And I want you to give me a chance to make you love me, or at least love my company, and for me to be your husband and support. I will never ask of you more than you can bear. And I will not ask to hear from you the word "I love you." I want you to feel it when you say it. Even if you don't feel it, don't say it. Just smile in my face. And I promise to be a father your unborn son or daughter will be proud of. But you also promise to try to love me, maybe. And I will help you... But try for the sake of our unborn son...
She could hear him wincing. Did he really have all these feelings and affection inside him? Was she really blind and unable to see all this love? Did he really love her this much?
Sorry, my husband, but I promise you that I will change and make you happy. I will work hard to remove his love from my heart and plant yours. I promise...
Khadija, with tears: I promise you... I promise you, Marwan. But please stay by my side. And don't change like this. Love me sincerely, Marwan, and I promise you I will try, I swear I will try.
He smiled and hugged her tightly, happy, his hope on the way to being fulfilled. And very soon, he will possess her heart just as he possessed her body...
Marwan: I am by your side and under your feet, but you stay by my side...
He returned home sad, his features filled with mischief and sadness.
He sat on the nearest seat, rested his head on it, and closed his eyes, feeling that he was still paralyzed in thought, unable to make a decision...
His mother saw him, approached him, and stroked his head warmly, raking her fingers through his thick black locks.
Fatima: What's wrong, my son? Why don't you feel happy? Why are you always so quiet and worried? Tell me, I am your mother, your beloved.!!?
He smiled, opened his eyes, and looked at her with pain, letting out a bitter sigh.
Zain: Nothing, madam.
I'm fine, just a little busy...
Fatima, slyly: But I know what's wrong. I understand everything...
He looked at her in surprise: "You know?! You know what!!"
Fatima, smiling: "You seem jealous of your brother. You want to get married and have children like him. Right?"
He sighed in relief and smiled sarcastically: "And who told you that? I don't want to get married. This way I'll be better off."
Fatima, mischievously: "Why, my son? I'm going crazy today. I want to be happy with you like your brother. Why do you want to deprive me of this day?"
His mother cried sadly, her heart breaking. He got up from his seat, knelt beside her, and kissed her hands tenderly. He extended his fingers to wipe away her tears.
Zain: "Why, only tears, my love?"
Then he sighed wearily. Aren't you happy about Marwan, Dija, and the upcoming baby? Busy yourself with them and leave me alone. I'm not thinking about marriage right now...
Fatima, crying even more: What are you saying? My joy over your brother will never make me forget my joy with you. You are both my children. And I want to be reassured about you just as I was reassured about Marwan.
She continued gently and pleadingly.
And believe me, marriage brings peace of mind and changes a person. You have someone in your life who loves you and who cares about you. She waits for you at night when you come home from work tired so you can confide in her and talk. She'll be a comfort to you, just as God says.
Okay, honestly, don't you notice the change that has happened to Marwan?
This is the Marwan of the past. Look how calm and affectionate he is.
My life is with you, agree and let me rejoice with you...
He closed his eyes and sighed helplessly. What could he do or say in the face of all this hope from her?
Zain, weakly: "Yes, Mom, yes. Pray for me to find the right girl who will be my destiny..."
She smiled and wiped her tears away happily. "Don't worry, I've already found her."
He frowned in surprise. "You found her?! How come I don't understand!!?"
Fatima: "Yara."
Zain gritted his teeth. He knew all along. "Who is Yara?!"
Fatima: "Dr. Yara is the one who examined Khadija."
He sighed impatiently. "So this was all planned? Oh, from you, Fatima. You plan and you don't rest until you've executed your plan..."
Zain, tiredly: "My heart felt it. You wouldn't bring her out." I thought you were just kidding me...
Fatima: By God, she's a perfect girl. Beautiful, well-mannered, well-mannered, and highly educated. And it's also clear that her parents are good people...
Zain sarcastically: All of this. And what else!!?
Fatima: Look, I'm thinking of going to meet her and her family and see. And whatever is good, God will do...
Zain wiped his face with his hands to calm his mother's impulsiveness. "Mom, why all this fuss? Just not until I agree first."
Fatima sadly: "So you've changed your mind and don't want to put my heart at ease."
Why, my son, don't you want to make my heart happy? Since when have you been so cruel?"
He sighed wearily. Discussing the matter with his mother would be pointless, especially since he wouldn't be able to reveal the real reason for his refusal to marry her.
Zain: "Okay, Mom. Set a date with her family and we'll go propose to her." And what God wants is what will happen.
Her face lit up and she was overjoyed at his approval.
Fatima smiled: "Go, Zein, my dear son. May God gladden your heart, make you happy, and ease your mind. May He place you on a path of goodness and provision..."
Zein smiled sadly. "Where do goodness, peace of mind, and heart come from?" "I will never have my beloved. She is gone from me forever."
Zein, his face heavy with sadness, said: "God willing, mother. The important thing is that you continue to pray for me and be pleased with me." And sadly, "Mother, have you ever been angry with me or prayed for my lack of comfort and heartache before??!!"
Fatima frowned, her smile fading. She reached out and cupped his face between her palms, tears welling up in her eyes.
Fatima: "Why do you say that, my love? Me?!"
Zein, should I pray against you or your brother? You are the light of my eyes that I see with. Do I have anyone else but you?
And you in particular, you've always been affectionate and calm. You've never tired me out or made me upset. Why do you say that, my son? It's as if you carry the world's worries on your head.
Zain's eyes welled up with tears and he threw himself into his mother's arms. A mother's arms that remove fatigue and pain. He cried but couldn't stop himself from crying. He was no longer able to hold himself together. He'd had enough... His patience and self-control could no longer bear it. His strength had failed him... His eyes filled with tears as he cried, filled with the blood of his heart.
Zain, in a voice choked with tears: "Aaaah, mom... aaaah, I'm tired... tired... There's a fire in my heart, mom, a fire... It's eating me up... My heart aches... I'm hurt... Wounded, mom... My love is gone from me, lost. She went to someone else. I'm torn apart... I can't hide that I'm tired... I'm tired, I swear I'm tired." I am slaughtering myself every moment with a cold knife... no one feels me... I am not able... enough, I am not able...
Fatima was shocked by his words. For the first time, she heard him confess his love and passion, his tears and his brokenness. But why did he hide it from me? Why didn't he tell me? How long has he been carrying all this in his heart alone...!!?
Fatima, hugging him tightly and tenderly and stroking his thick hair: Do you love me, Zain?!!! Why didn't you tell me?!!! Why didn't you marry her!!?
Zain closed his eyes in sadness and anger. What should he say to her? She is the one who destroyed his dreams. She is the one who gave his beloved to his brother and presented her to him. And made her beautiful in his eyes... She is the one who stabbed him in the back and didn't care... He was unable to speak. Instead, he sighed heavily and left her embrace, wiping his tears away...
Zain sadly said, "Ah... yes, mother, I loved... I loved and was passionate. But unfortunately, the one I loved loved someone else and married him... she didn't love me..."
Fatima, annoyed at her son, said, "Oh, my heart. Who would reject you and prefer someone else over you? Forget her. Forget her, my love. You're the one who wins. Whoever sells you, sell them and don't ask about them. God willing, God will provide you with someone who will ease your heart, make you happy, and make you forget the one who sold you. And, my love, if you don't want Yara, then whatever makes you happy, it doesn't matter. I'll find you another one."
Zain smiled and kissed her hand, "No, mother. Maybe she's what God sent me, especially at this time. God certainly has wisdom. I will also seek God's guidance, and I'm satisfied with whatever God chooses for me. I'm going to sleep, and tomorrow you call her and set a time with her." Good night. He straightened up, leaned over, kissed her on the head, and turned to go upstairs to his room.
Fatima stopped him: "Okay."
Zain turned to her: "Yes, Mom."
Fatima: "Don't forget, my dear, tomorrow, God willing, you will congratulate your brother and Dija. You left without congratulating them."
Zain took a deep breath, exhaled bitterly, and nodded: "Okay, Mom, Heba."