A N T O N I A P O V
"Your wife can never become pregnant again."
Those seven words keep replaying in my mind repeatedly. Why are all these things happening to me? What did I ever do to deserve to do all this, Allah? Why? How am I supposed to spend the rest of my life, knowing that I will not be able to become a mother again?
After hearing this, Walid stormed out of the room. He did not show up that day at all. He was not here when I needed him the most, just like a couple of years ago. I am hurt too. Khalid bro signed the discharge papers and took me home in a wheelchair.
Amina helped me get to my room and changed me into more comfortable clothes. She gave me some soup and juice. Now, I am sitting on my bed, pulling my legs close to my chest as tears rolled down my cheeks. I could not
