Fatimah Azahra Her Name

between One Line and Two Lines

"I don't know what it's going to look like..But I'm sure God's plan is wonderful"

(Fatimah aZahra)

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Running a night prayer is nothing new for Fatimah. The wall clock shows at 2 am, his eyes are reluctant to be closed. Usually sleeping in the arms of the husband is the most comfortable place. But not for tonight, in his gaze the husband's shady face.

The man who justified her fifteen months ago while she was in a state between life and death. When all lost hope, but not for this man.

Exactly 1 Shawwal with Alvian's toughest struggle, between taking off and wanting to survive. The power of God no one can resist.if the Khalik has said "Kun Fayakun" (Be it) then it happens.

Fatimah opened her eyes again at 1 Shawwal..God is teaching them true patience.

Fucked the husband's forehead, then released from the embrace of the husband, bolsters as his replacement. Towards the bathroom for ablution. Finished ablution in the span of his prayer mat, wearing a mukena.

With no less special intention, Tahajud four rakaat sunah prayer becomes an option. Appeal to God, plead for the good of the Almighty. Seek help from the helpful.

Finished with his outpouring of heart, Fatimah went to open her nightstand drawer, there was a blue wrap with the word Sen*sitive that was still sealed. His hand wants to grab but back at his pull. There is doubt and also fear.

Quiet for a moment while closing your eyes by taking a slow breath but long enough, then release it.. Slowly reopen the eyes.

Her blue furnace was "Bismillah.." and then passed to the bathroom with a heart that pounded incoherently.

Doing as directed, Fatimah sat pensively on a closed, heartless heart with a very strong heartbeat. His eyes again closed with his right hand holding a blue white object.

"One line.two lines.one line.two lines.two lines.." he murmured.. Slowly opened his eyes very slowly, his heart pounding more and more unbecoming.

As her eyes opened, her eyes stared at the blue white object with slightly bulging eyes...Her tears were rushing, her lips were trembling, speechless. What a sight he never expected.

Two red lines.yes two red lines that are clearly plastered on the blue white object.His tears flowed profusely.want to run but his legs were shaking.

Suddenly the sound of the bathroom door in the corner

"Darling... inside??" the sound of Alvian calling out to her, quickly wiped away her tears, braced herself to get up from her sitting position. Walk slowly and open the door slowly.

Alvian could see Fatimah had just cried, because it appeared from the corner of her eyes that were still wet and her life was still red

"Hey... baby you cry...??" Fatimah was still speechless, and it made Alvian embrace ya and bring her sitting on the bed.

"Darling why?? is anyone sick??"

Fatimah...

"Trus... Hubbiy wake up you shrimps are not next to Hubbiy..."

Alvian chose to stroke the top of the wife's head, giving her some energy. "cry, but then tell me..."

"Biy..." Panggi her with a trembling tone

"yes... Why does his head hurt??"

Fatimah shook her head, in her arms, but her hands were still behind Alvian's back..Pull his right hand slowly...

"what's the matter...??" alvian asked with a very worried face

Fatimah's hand was still grasping the blue-white object, then slowly opened it before Alvian... Alvian was completely confused as to what was happening, but upon seeing the blue white object, and Fatimah gave it to him.

Alvian grabbed the blue white object, still with a sense of confusion, then Fatimah pointed right at the two red lines.

Now Alvian's eyes were wide open to see her.there was a sense of disbelief, and then a little laugh but there were tears flowing Tampa he invited.

"this darling is real...??" tanyanya could not believe it

"Fa who wants to ask, this is really, isn't it a dream??"

Alvian hugged Fatimah suddenly and the hug was very tight.

"Biy. tightness..." Alvian let go of his embrace, showering Fatimah's face with a ciu-man, there was nothing left that he did not kiss..Both of her tears flowed

they were unceasingly grateful even in their hearts, because all this made them difficult to speak.

Many times they saw the results listed on the thing, and made them laugh a little, although sometimes their laughter did not sound.

"Thank you. have always been patient to fight together" said Fatimah.

"Hubbiy who is grateful.karna dear has been so patient and strong.." while kissing Fatimah's forehead and her Right hand stroking Fatimah's stomach.

Soon after the dawn of Adhan...

"We dawn.. tomorrow morning we give this happy news.and we continue to check with the obstetrician" said Alvian while removing the remaining tears that still flow on Fatimah's cheeks.

Fatimah.

"Darling... You don't papa, does anyone get sick, have a headache??" Happy meddling anxiety that hit, because how the state of Fatimah has not fully recovered

Fatimah nodded..

"I'm kind...I'm Ok.. very Ok.." Fatimah assured me that whatever pain she would receive, she would be as strong as possible to fight to the end.

They also perform congregational dawn prayers, prayers and gratitude they never stop saying.