Tears Of Summayah - Episode 69

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The third week had emerged, and they could proudly call it the lucky week. The other Baby was discharged from the SCIU, while Hadiza was together with Noor at home, she couldn’t wait to set her eyes on Summayah’s other child. 

His shift ended early today, instead of going home as his mother expected of him; Uthman took the baby in his hands and decided to go visit Summayah with the girl. He sat down quietly with the baby cradled on his arms, looking between her face and Summayah’s . He couldn’t point out the difference between them, he knew there was a difference, but it still hasn’t shown itself. Noor and her sister looked nothing out of their mother’s face. And Uthman was grateful of that. 

The baby squirmed, and Uthman was well experienced with babies to know that she needs a change in position or a little rock. And he did. He rocked them softly until an angelic smile graced the tissue of her lips. He was so engrossed on the smiling angel before him that he hadn’t noticed she has started crying. This has always got to him, how babies would be happy in a minute, and the next second they would feel like crying their lungs out. 

His eyes began roaming around the room to catch a glimpse of their feeding bottle but got none. That’s when it hits on him, the feeding bottles are stacked in their bag

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. Rocking her with his thighs, he fished for his phone in his breast pocket and dialed Azeezah’s number, whom was waiting for him in the car. 

“Azeezah, would you please get me the baby’s feeder? She has been crying and I know she’s hungry.” He requested and heard a faint ‘Okay, Sure.’ Before he ended the call. 

It was taking her long, the baby’s cries had been intensifying it had gotten to the point Uthman was now standing on his feet, rocking and hushing an air through her ear, but she hasn’t relented yet. 

He wondered what was taking Azeezah so long to bring a feeder from the parking lot to the ICU unit. Uthman was walking towards the door when he turned and his eyes landed on the moving fingers of Summayah! Long forgetting the baby crying on his shoulder, he rushed towards Summayah to take a better glimpse and be sure it’s not an hallucination from his eyes. 

Lo and behold, she was laboriously moving her fingers, so painfully he could imagine her fighting an inner battle to bring back her soul to life. The baby let out a shrill and he placed his mouth to her ear “Cry no more, Hayat, your Mama would be fine.” He nicknamed her Hayat, because Hayat means life, and she brought life to the soul of Summayah. 

It was as if Hayat heard him, because she cried no more as he fished his phone out and dialed Dr. Maryam’s number, briskly informing her of the situation at hand. He became dumb of any medical knowledge, because he just stood there, watching as Summayah tilted her head, as her heart beat moving in slow pace intensified. Though she was still unconscious, her facial expression screamed life and fright. 

“Jennifer! Spare the life of my child! It’s all I’ve gotten in my world. Don’t kill my child!” She kept murmuring, moving slowly and painfully on the bed. 

Uthman did nothing as she slowly began squinting her eyes and her bloodshot eyes landed into his. She couldn’t see, everything was blur, and she let the lids of her eyes locked and unlocked at their own resort. Her eyes were finally opened, fixed on Uthman’s face and he could see the struggle she was having to utter a word. 

Before Summayah had her eyes completely opened, Azeezah had already entered the room and Uthman handed her the baby. 

Summayah looked at him again, now tears rolling from each sides of her eyes, because she couldn’t feel the movement of her baby anymore in her. She could remember the day she was raped and thrown over the staircases. Panic hugged her soul, and she suddenly got the strength she had never felt before. What if her daughter had died?

She sat upright her lower lips clenched in her mouth with so much pain. “Uthman...whe..re is...my..baby??” She drawled with a drained voice Uthman could swear it wasn’t hers, if not because she was talking right before him under his scrutiny. 

Uthman’s silence was gripping every piece of her soul, her mind isn’t picturing anything but the worst thing she was sure would annihilate her soul. She took her hand that has the intravenous infusion placed on it, she was about to yank it off forcefully with her mouth when Uthman’s body embraced her shaking figure.

The strong hold of his arms, the scent seeping from his body, and how his warmth was surprisingly calming down her pulsing mind. She looked over his shoulder and sniffed back a tear from rolling, Uthman’s silence was ripping off her soul, she was afraid the worst scenario playing in her mind is what happened. 

“Uthman, I beg you in Allah’s name to tell me where my baby is, dead or alive?” She was still cocooned in his arms, but everything was getting dizzy at the thought of her daughter being dead. That’s the one thing she couldn’t think she can over come. 

Uthman reluctantly broke their embrace and sat down on the chair, holding both her hands in his. His eyes were intensely fixed on her face, and he could see the panic, the plea-for him not to say she’s dead, and the yearning she has toward her daughter. 

He smiled. A smiled he had forgotten the time a kind of it graced the tissues of his lips. 

“You need to calm down, Summayah. Think about yourself first. And you need not to worry, your babies are alive and healthy Alhamdulillah.” There was a fully etched smile at the end of his sentence, and the confused look that plastered itself on her face was an expression worth all the wait for this revelation. 

“Uth...I have only one baby, where are you saying two?” Her innocent eyes began roaming through his eyes to see the sincerity of his words, and it was there, firm and unshaken. 

Uthman was about to answer her when Dr. Maryam made herself announced in the room. He let go of her hands, instantly feeling the urge to hold those feeble hands for eternity. 

Summayah let out a breath and placed her head on the bed head. She palmed her face and still, that uneasiness hadn’t left her soul. What if Jami’u and Jennifer had followed her to this hospital so they could hurt her baby or babies as Uth said? What if they have the excess to her baby and have already taken her with them? She knew Jami’u is capable of doing everything malicious to her baby, with Jennifer by his side. 

Summayah let out a shrill and both Uthman and Dr. Maryam rushed to her sides. She held the hem of Dr. Maryam’s lab coat and began crying in whimpers. “Maryam my baby, wallahi if Jami’u place his hands on her that would be the end of her innocent being. Please help me see her!” Fright had gotten the best of her, for what she encountered with Jennifer and Jami’u, she would never wish it upon her enemies not to talk of her own blood and flesh. 

“Calm down, Summayah. Your babies are fine, one is at home with Mama and the other is here in the hospital, they’re all fine.” Dr. Maryam hugged her while drawing soothing circles on her back. She’s afraid these panic attacks Summayah is having would lead them back to square one. 

Summayah looked up, the naivety on her innocent face almost made Dr. Maryam shed some tears for her. She’s so pure and young, she wasn’t supposed to feel all she felt, to encounter all she had to witness, not to talk of the pain engraved in her heart. She felt for Summayah. 

“So they’re really two? Ya Allah, Maryam is this real?” Albeit the condition she was, the usual knowing smile on Summayah’s face painted itself again-yet, this time it was that of pure, genuine and unadulterated happiness. 

Uthman took that as a cue to leave, he walked towards the veranda he was sure Azeezah was, feeding Hayat with the feeder. He met them there and made sure Azizah left to bring Mama and Noor so Summayah could see both her babies and have a peace in her mind. Azeezah was persistence about seeing Summayah before she left, but when he told her of Summayah’s current situation, she rushed towards the parking lot. That’s the thing he loves about Azeezah, she loves Summayah even more than she loves herself. Their friendship is real. 

He rushed back to the room, and the moment the door flew open, Summayah’s eyes caught the bundle of joy carefully scooted into Uthman’s arms. She lounged forwards to reach him before he entered, but Dr. Maryam held her and they waited for the seconds it takes before Uthman placed the baby into her hands. 

It feels alien and looks scarier than a scary dream. She had never thought a day would come when she would see a living creature and all the world knows it’s her baby, no body else. She felt tears pooling the brink of her eyes, and she made no effort of stopping them; Summayah let them fall directly onto her daughter’s face. 

Her daughter’s face. She had no siblings, she was adopted, and that make it possible for her not to ever see a creature resembling her as strikingly as this sleeping angel is. The baby squirmed in her hands and she let out a baby yawn, Summayah had to chuckle at that. She placed her index finger on her face and traced the subtle lines on the girl’s face. 

She was touching her hand when the girl wrapped her whole five fingers around the index finger of Summayah, and right then; Summayah knew this girl deserves every ounce of pain she endured to bring her to this world. 

“What’s her name?” Her bloodshot eyes looked up at Uthman, he was having difficulties in everything she do. She needs rest, he could see it. 

“They weren’t given a name, but I’ve nicknamed them all. The first one is being called Noor; lightness. For I believe one day she would bring that lightness you’ve waited for in your life. And this one, I nicknamed her Hayat; life. For, the first day she visited you was the day you choose to grace us with your consciousness again.” He was talking softly and slowly, as if he was afraid if he spoke loud he would hurt her unintentionally. 

Summayah looked at the baby and smiled, so they were really two. Noor and Hayat. Her Noorul Hayat. The lightness of her life. Alhamdulillah. “Jazakallahu khairan for giving them such beautiful and unique names that relate so much to their mother. Thank you, and they should be named like that, not just a nickname.” How could she say no to these names? She knew Uthman hadn’t properly named them because he thought she was the one supposed to do that. 

“But Summayah, I think you had some names in mind?” He asked, shuffling through his gallery and he showed her a picture of a sleeping Noor. 

“She look exactly like her sister, and they’re my replica. Thank you for being here for me Uthman. I love the names.” The appreciation was genuine, and Uthman did nothing but smiled at her and took Hayat into his arms; as Dr. Maryam induced her. Her eyes were fixed on the baby until she gave in to subconscious. Only this time, she had a peaceful sleep. 

“Dr. Uthman, I think you should spend the night here if that’s possible. Worst things might happen if she wakes up alone in this room. They should bring Noor also, she tends to be calmer and healthier when they’re with her.” They spoke more about their patients before Dr. Maryam left, and he made a call to Hajia Hadiza so she could come planned for a sleepover in the hospital. 

Jennifer was wheeled into the hospital Summayah was. She had dashed out and nothing in her limbs could be moved by her. She was taken into the A&E unit and the doctors attended to her, all thanks to the warders that were surrounded by her. 

She was given a room, with an IV infused on her right hand. It took her hours before Jennifer became conscious of her surrounding and her eyes began squinting on themselves. How weak her limbs had gotten, the throbbing headache ebbing in her skull, the pungent smell all over her body, most especially; the excruciating pain she feels boiling from her lower abdomen was enough for her to reminisce what happened back in the prison. 

She completely opened her eyes, taking her left hand to feel her stomach, she felt it handcuffed with the bed and an inner wail escaped her soul. What kind of life had she embroiled herself in? She wouldn’t be allowed on herself even when she was in the hospital bed dying and lost her child?

Wait. Had she lost the baby? Her eyes scanned the room and she spotted two warders flashing her murderous looks. She gulped down her fear, she needs to do this for the peace of her mind. “Please, what about my child? Is it still in here?” She signaled to her stomach using her eyes, since she couldn’t use her left hand. 

The burly one sneered and answered her. A brutal, unadulterated painful truth that stabbed Jennifer right into the core of her heart. She felt like ripping her heart apart. 

“Why do you think you were brought here for? Of course to evacuate the remnants of your darn child. So you, you have nothing in there but sore full intestines probably in need of a hot tea to relieve the tension. Sadly, no tea for a prisoner.”

She felt tears rolling down her cheeks and she let them fall down to the sides of her eyes. What had she done to deserve such comeback from life? Yes she knew she had been terrible to lots of people, she knew she had made some lives a living hell. But she has never thought karma would beat as mercilessly as this. And now, what hurts more, what strikes more, she doesn’t have a chance with Jami’u anymore. 

The door to the room was flew open by her disoriented mother, and despite of her to feel happiness over seeing her mother, Jennifer felt disgust, hatred, and despise filled her heart. What had she done to deserve such a mother for Allah’s sake?

This woman right at the door staring down at her with panicking eyes and tearing orbs was nothing sort of merciful. She had pushed her into all the bad acts she had ever committed in her life, and now she was supposed to be in jail together with her. But what happened? She deserted her when she needed her the most. 

She knew she heard about her arrest, the sentence to prison, and her mother had never even payed her a visit out of the courtesy for the bond they shared as a daughter and mother. Whom was behind her rotten behavior? She was. Her being an only child had never helped towards her character, because her mother made sure she gets whatever she wanted at the cost of whoever happiness it would be. 

She was the one that planned the plots and twists on how she would get Jami’u back to her and have his mind at the tip of her fingers. She was the architect that designed the exact hardship meant for Summayah, and they carried out almost every mission together. Was that a good mother?

She had never cared for what other people would feel while they forcefully take what’s theirs, but today, she know what it feels to loose the most loveliest thing in ones heart. 

Her mother had tears rolling down her cheeks, and she began taking trudging steps towards Jennifer. “Take her out! I don’t want to see her here!” She screamed at the top of her voice, directing her plea towards the warders. 

“No please, I’m your mother Jennifer. You can’t not want to see me together with you. This is the right place I should be.”

She was an inch close to her when Jennifer took the medicine bottle beside her bed and squashed its half on the wood supporting it. She directed the broken glass towards her throat and looked at her mother, with sheer hatred. 

“You’re nothing but unfortunate to my life. I hate seeing you around me, make sure you leave thousands of yards distance between us. I hate you, Mother! One step and I’d kill myself!”

“Listen Jennifer, please don’t do this to me. I love you more than anyone else in this world. Look, I’m sorry for everything, but please listen to me, hear me out Jennifer. I’m your mother.” Her voice was drained, and she had never experienced the pain she’s feeling right now. She knew she had wronged Jennifer, and she was the reason Jennifer was in this situation, but she had never thought her girl would hate her this much to threaten killing herself if she moved forward. 

She thought Jennifer would always run to her for advices, but today, her little girl proved her wrong. 

“One more step, Mom. One more step and you’d lose me for good!” And the determination she saw on Jennifer’s face made her took trudging steps back until she was out of the room, crest fallen. 

The last words Jennifer remembered before she burst into an outbreak of tears were Summayah’s words. And she believes, she had always been the looser, but never Summayah.

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  • Eunice Ache picture
  • Destiny Benson picture
    Destiny Benson
    Am happy she's paying for the bad things she did
  • Olasumbo Ayodeji picture
    Olasumbo Ayodeji
    Wow!!!!! At last Karma came in full force.......Pls Timi for the sake of ur ardent readers, don't keep us waiting for long before another post....thank u
  • Chibuzor Ugbagu Eyisi picture
    Chibuzor Ugbagu Eyisi
    Karma in full force ... Thumbs up
  • Zainab Mohammed picture
    Zainab Mohammed
    What am still asking here is - where are Summayah's adopted parents? They are more evil than Jennifer.
  • Queen Okon picture
    Queen Okon
    serve her rite
  • Abdulsalam Aisha picture
    Abdulsalam Aisha
    Hmmmmmmm, sorrow and calamity is the reward for the wicked ones
  • Olatunji Mariam picture
    Olatunji Mariam
    Good job...timi please dont keep us waiting for long...biko
  • Olansebe Elizabeth Jumat picture
    Olansebe Elizabeth Jumat
    This is real touching story that inspired with lot of suspense Summayah deserve all it takes to survive she had really suffer a young lady with a heart of gold. This is a great mistake some parent make Yoruba proverb says o wo ni ju o bi ni lo. For the fact that your daughter make mistake doesn't mean the end of the world. That serves Jennifer right what you soul is what you real even Jamiu's mum good for her. Well done more ink to ur pen. God bless.
  • Ajiboye Deborah picture
    Ajiboye Deborah
    Wao very interesting
  • Maryam Ali picture
    Maryam Ali
    Indeed after every difficultly comes ease
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