The doctor looked at Adham firmly and said, "Your wife didn't fall down the stairs, sir. The X-rays and tests say something completely different." These words hit Adham like a thunderbolt, and the whole charade he'd been putting on in front of the hospital crumbled in an instant.
sir. The X-rays and tests say something completely different." These words hit Adham like a thunderbolt, and the whole charade he'd been putting on in front of the hospital crumbled in an instant.
By Manal Ali
. In the examination room, the sound of the pulse monitor filled the air—a rapid, weak sound, yet with a strange determination to live. Jana lay asleep, staring at the ceiling, tears streaming silently down her face, her whole body screaming with pain. For the first time, she felt that her body didn't belong to Adham, nor was it his "acquired right" to unleash his anger upon. Her body was a living witness and evidence of his crime, readily available in the stories and quotes
of the young doctor. She approached Jana and gently began wiping the gel from her stomach, saying in a low voice, "Jana, I won't hide it from you... the situation is difficult, and there's bleeding, but the miracle..."
"The pulse is still there." Jana just nodded, because any word she uttered would be worse than the pain she was already in. By Manal Ali.
At that moment, the nurse entered and whispered to the doctor, "The two girls arrived at the hospital with the neighbor." Jana jumped and asked eagerly, "Are Maha (the older one) and her sister okay?" The doctor reassured her, saying, "They're fine. Your neighbor, Umm Muhammad, is a truly good woman. She refused to hand them over to your mother-in-law, Suad, when she went to get them. She brought them here." Jana closed her eyes and said, "Thank God," that there were still kind hearts.
