Feelings of Life Torment

episodes 11

Looking at John, Leyla lost consciousness, new fear arose in John's mind. After three hours, he regained consciousness, Layla whispered in a tired voice, "John... where am I?" As his surroundings were only floating in the midst of whispering and silence, he realized that he was in a nursing home room. With his eyes open, he further asked, "What's wrong with me? Why am I here?" He looked at him with fear and confusion. John's chest started to break. Her throat was dry, and for a few seconds she could say nothing. Then, in a soft and calm tone, she patted Layla's forehead and said, "Everything will be fine, Layla. Why are you worrying so much?" Layla closed her eyes again. Maybe she was tired; Maybe his head was still not understanding everything properly. John held his hand tightly. He was thinking only one thing in his mind "I am here, Layla… always by your side." The night was slowly getting deeper. The faint light shone in the corridors of the nursing home, a strange silence all around. Sometimes the sounds of machine ticking and nurses' feet were heard. John is sitting by Layla's bed, gently holding his hand. Layla's eyes slowly opened, and she stared at the ceiling for a while. Finally he looked at John slowly. “John… Were you crying?” Layla's tone is soft and fragile. John smiled lightly, but there was nothing more than a hidden pain with a smile. “No… I'm okay. How are you doing?” Layla remained silent for a few seconds. A glimpse of helplessness appeared in his eyes. He put his hand on his stomach. A question played in his eyes, as if hope remained in harmony with fear. “John… where is my baby…?” This question made John's chest shake again. He could not say anything for a while, he sat quietly with his head down. Layla understood everything. His eyes widened, and his lips began to tremble. “John… tell me…what happened to our baby?” John couldn't bear it anymore. Tears rolled down. He slowly grabbed Layla's hand. There was a soft tone in the voice, “Doctors have tried hard, Layla… but… they couldn’t save our baby.” Hearing these words, tears fell from Layla's eyes. After being silent for a while, she turned her face and cried. “My baby… I didn’t even see him…” John quickly pulled Layla’s head to his chest. “Don't blame yourself, Layla… it's not your fault. You're alive…that's the most important thing." Crying, Layla said, "How many dreams we had, John..." John's eyes filled with water again. He gently kissed Layla's forehead.

“The dream is not over, Layla… we will start again. When you get well, we will rebuild our lives." Laila's tears slowly stopped. Eyes closed with exhaustion. John sat silently, holding Layla's hand tightly. The first light of dawn started to blossom outside the window, as if a new morning was about to come in their lives after darkness. The days passed slowly. After a few days, John brought Laila home from the nursing home. A taste of new life, peace and hope was floating around the house. Layla slowly returned to her routine, slowly started walking and talking again. John stayed by Layla's side every day. He stood by Layla not only physically but also mentally. Together they began to gradually forget the pain of the past. The loss of the child was scarred in their lives, but their love was so strong that it could overcome any hardship. Layla and John found relief in the small joys of life. Holding each other's hands, they knew that there is a light of hope and love even in a life full of pain. Each morning, as the sun rose, they knew, the beginning of the new day brought new messages of possibilities for them. After several months, Layla recovered completely. They used to spend the day sitting in the courtyard of the house holding each other's hands. The sorrow of the past has made their hearts tighter, but deepened their relationship. John found a smile in Layla's eyes, and Layla knew that John would always be by his side—in love, in strength and in faith. They started re-drawing life. They learned from the memory of the child, the value of life in every moment. They had new dreams with each other—dreams where hope, love, and peace were filled. The night that brought fear, despair and suffering in their lives, came after the morning—with peace and the light of the new sun. Laila and John knew together that the journey of life never ends. Every loss, every suffering just makes their love harder. Surely, they knew that pain would come, but love will always be there. And it is this love that combines all the darkness of their lives with light.