“How are they?” we asked the doctor as he came out of the operation theatre.
“They’re critical, but the driver died.”
“ f**k, it’s all my fault.” Had I not pushed them to join us, nothing would have happened. I started cursing myself because I have been the one to force them.
“Could you just stop blaming yourself? Instead, go pray.” Before I could reply, I saw my parents coming, followed by Chaya’s and Inaya’s.
“How’s my daughter Ahana?” Inaya’s mother asked me, and I was unanswerable.
I hugged maa, and their parent’s kept on waiting for the doctor. He came out after three hours and delivered the news of Chaya being okay except that she broke both her legs.
“And doctor, how is my daughter?” Inaya’s dad asked.
“ I can’t say anything.”
“What do you mean?” You’re a doctor, and it’s yo
