Chapter 43

——————- Al Muta'akhir Specialist hospital.

——————————Same day

Farouk

Only one person called me Farouky.

Fauziyyah.

It's been approximately 19 years since we last saw or heard from my twin sister since she was taken away from us.

I felt a familiar feeling when I saw Faryah. 18 years of searching for her and she came to us. I really hoped she was the one. I was never going to forget how Ummah went through mental crisis for a year plus when we lost her. The investigators had to conclude that she was dead but Ummah kept on believing that she was alive, she almost ran mad cause of our loss. But Alhamdulillah we sought psychological help and she came back. My Ummah came back to us. But she still kept on believing that Fauziyyah was alive and she was going to find her eventually. No matter how long it took. She was definitely going to find her. I believed it too. I didn't want to believe that I lost my twin sister. I couldn't bring myself to accept that. I had to see it to believe it right?. Fauziyyah was still alive and no matter how long it took, Insha’Allah we were going to find her. Abbah brought himself to accept that Fauziyyah was indeed dead. She wasn't going to come back. His baby girl was never going to return. But Insha’Allah by Allah's will, she was going to come back to us. We were going to find her. I grew up with lots of love and attention from my father and mother as they decided not to talk about my twin again. They protected me more than I was supposed to be protected as a male. They never really made me understand what really happened and why she was taken away. Anytime I tried talking about it they always changed the topic. I couldn't do anything about it. I only prayed for the best for all of us.

" please don't mind Faryah, she talks a lot" I heard Raihanna say as I sat opposite her and offered her a juice box. She was a very beautiful woman. The first time I saw her, I was amazed. Her dark skin and beautiful smile were amazing. I honestly couldn't stop thinking about her. She was a daughter of a friend of Ummah's. They were Nigerians and Masha Allah, they were really beautiful. I felt something for her and I really wanted to get to know her more. " It's fine, she's a nice woman, her husband is at work or something?" I asked as I fully focused on her. " Uhh, her husband, well honestly all that is a very long story" She answered as she dropped her bag on the centre table. " oh"

" well let me summarize it for you, she's not on good terms with her husband, they've been like this for the past six months, he's actually back in LA and she's here" They separated. " Oh okay then" I answered. I honestly wanted to get to know this Faryah more. " So how have you been?, how has work been?" She asked and I smiled at her. Being a paediatrician was easy. I loved taking care of kids. " Fun, I've been good, how're your mother and father?"

" They're fine, you know something Farouk, I'm honestly going to be true with my feelings right now and not play around trying to get signs or anything, I'm going to be extremely straightforward right now, even though I might humiliate myself or something" I knew Raihannah liked me from the start. And I did too. " I know you like me Raihannah and don't worry you won't humiliate yourself or anything, I'm interested in you too" I answered and watched her blush. She looked so cute while she was blushing. " you look so cute" I said with a wide smile and watched her blush more, trying to hide her face. " I honestly didn't think you felt or thought the same way, I'm honestly really happy, Faryah was right, I always talk about you, always, I already planned my dreams with you and everything else" she said with a high pitched voice as her smile widened. She was also giggling and her sparkling white teeth made everything look stupid. She was an epitome of beauty.

" That's cute" I answered and laughed at her. I've never felt anything for anyone like what I feel for her. Yes, I've had crushes but none of them compared to her. I really hoped we could make something work. I wanted to know where it could lead us.

Faryah

" Are you okay dear?, do you need water?" I heard the doctor ask as I clenched my fist from my headache episode. It was getting really annoying. I almost remembered something and there it was gone. She triggered a memory. The doctor Aleeyah triggered a memory and there, I lost it. I lost it the next minute. I really needed something to break. " Water please" I growled as I sat upright on the chair and watched as she rushed to get some for me.

" Here, do you need anything else?" She asked and I shook my head as she handed me a full glass of water. I gulped it down almost instantly and I sighed as I dropped the glass on the table in-front of me, beside some magazines. I was feeling a bit better. " I'm fine, thank you" I answered with a hint of anger. " Are you sure?, I have some chocolates if you want....." ugh. " I said No" I snapped and made her freeze. This was the first time I was making an outburst and I honestly felt bad. What was going on with me.

" Oh okay, I'm sorry" She answered as she sat on a chair that was on the opposite side of the table. " It's fine, I'm sorry for that, it's the main reason why I'm here" I was getting myself back. I really didn't want to hurt my child or anything.

" It's okay, I’m doctor Aleeyah Edwards, I'll be listening to you today and I'll do my best to help you"

I smiled and nodded at her words. I felt comfortable around her.

" Yes, you stated that you have amnesia?"

" Yes ma'am"

" Do you mind talking about it, how it all happened, do you mind telling me your story?" She asked with a soft smile as she stared at me with relaxing dark eyes that looked like mine. " Yes ma'am, I don't mind"

" Okay then, can we start?"

" Yes, well I grew up with my mother Sumayyah, grandfather, Musa, May his soul Rest In Peace, and sister Firdaus, they told me I had amnesia due to an accident I was in when I was six years old" I started as a thought came to my mind. Maybe I wasn't really six years old. I didn't even know how old I really was. I could possibly be more than 23. Only my real family knew. " I forgot all what happened from that age and due to that accident I became mute, my tongue wasn't cut or anything, I just couldn't say words out loud" I added and watched her nod and take things down. " I grew up like that for sixteen years, my Mother and Grandfather were always nice to me, I loved my Grandfather so much, he trained me to become a Hafizah of the holy Qur’an even though I was mute, he believed in me and I was glad. My sister didn't like me back then, she tortured me, you know she made me go through a lot pain, she beat me up sometimes over tiny reasons or mistakes, I grew up with that for sixteen years, so my grandfather had a best friend, GrandPa Julius, they made a promise to each other that their children were going to get married, you know to keep the bond they have. So it wasn't possible. My Mother and my grandfather's best friends son married someone else, so they decided to let their grand children get married instead, so my grandfather got on his death bed and he decided to fulfil his promise to his best friend, so I got married to his best friends grandson, Khalid, I liked the fact that he was very handsome at first, I slowly fell for him as time passed by. So Khalid had a sister, and a brother Sophia and Neill, Neill wasn't so nice to me, he wasn't even nice to me, and Sophia, Sophia was like a sister I always wished for, she was always there for me, her and Mama Zainab, that's Khalid's mother. Khalid and Sophia's mother, Neill was the son of Brandon, that's Grandpa Julius's son, that was supposed to marry my mother, bur they didn't. So Neill was the only son he had with his first wife before he married Mama Zainab" I continued as she kept on writing in her jotter.

" So here I am now, with Khalid's baby, away from Khalid because I was blamed for what I didn't do and I'm still hoping and trying to find my real parents" I said as I concluded my history. I told her everything. About the rape and Khalid's real father being the one that molested me. " Okay, you've really gone through a lot and may I also compliment on being a strong and patient woman. Not only are you nice, you have an impeccable personality" Doctor Aleeyah said and I smiled at her comment. " It was all thanks to my Grandfather" I added and she nodded. " So the headaches and anger episodes, how many times have they occurred?" She asked. " I really didn't keep count, It just happens, I remember a bit and I get really angry for forgetting, like what happened a while ago" I answered. " Okay, you said your real family are in Malaysia"

" yes they're here"

" You also said you were taken away from your real parents, your nanny took you to a salon, and you were taken from there?"

" Yes, That's correct, but it wasn't her fault at all"

" Okay, can you remember her name?"

" Yes, it was Aisha" I answered and heard a gasp come from her. " Are you okay ma'am?" She looked really disturbed. " I am fine, don't mind me, you also said your name was Fauziyyah not Faryah?" She asked again. " Yes, it was or is" I answered with a smile. " Okay, good, and your twin brothers name?"

" I called him Farouky, Farouk" I answered as I remembered the Farouk I saw earlier on. " Those are the only things you can remember and you can use as a clue to finding your real parents, because Faryah what's bothering you is that you're eager to find your real parents and it pains that you can't remember anything, it's normal, you're not having any psychological issues, you just need to undergo therapy, I assure you that Insha’Allah, when you remember fully everything that happened in your past, all the headaches and all the pain and anger you feel, all of it, it'll go away, it won't come back, all you need is to clear your past and thoughts, you manage to control your anger, you're fine okay?, you're not going through any depression, because you're a strong woman and I honestly admire you for that, you should really keep that thick skin you have, keep it up, cause a lot of people out there are looking for it, they want to posses that feature but they can't, so Alhamdulillah for you Faryah" She was right. Psychologists always had to be right. " yes, thank you" I answered. " So I'm going to be recommending you to a psychotherapist so you can feel free and feel at ease, you can trust her with everything, they won't leak, she'll be your human diary and I assure you, she'll help you go through your case, I'm going to write down her phone number for you, She's Doctor Kamila, she's very good in her field, you can talk to her at anytime, book an appointment or anything you want, at your comfort. I'm going to tell her about you and give her your files okay Faryah?" She concluded as she finally dropped her jotter. " thank you very much ma'am" I answered and she nodded. " I'm honestly glad I was able to help you" she said as I got up from the couch. " You're an interesting young woman and I hope Allah makes everything easy for you"

" Thank you very much Doctor, I really appreciate your help and prayers"

" That's what I do, can I get a hug?" She asked with a wide smile as I saw her dimples. She had really pretty dimples. " Of course" I answered and she pulled me into a warm motherly hug. I felt so comfortable in her arms. I didn't even want to let go of her. I felt a sense of familiarity with her.

" Bye now, it's almost time for Salatul-Zuhr" she said as she finally let go of me. " Yes ma'am, good bye ma'am, Thank you again for everything, Ma'assalam" I answered as I fixed my bag on my shoulder well. " Bis'salam, take care of yourself and your baby okay?" She advised and I nodded with a wide smile as I left where I stood with her by her office door.

I got into the elevator to head back to Raihannah and Farouk. I was honestly glad that me and my child were doing fine. We were both healthy and strong. Strong people. Small but mighty like Do Bong Soon.

" Assalamu Alaykum" I greeted as I slowly opened Doctor Farouk's door. " oh Wa’alaykumussalam Faryah, you're done?" I heard Farouk ask as I walked inside his office. " Yeah I'm done, are you guys done?" I asked as I looked at the way Raihannah was blushing. " why's she blushing like that?" I asked as I stood beside him. " Well cause of a lot of reasons Faryah" Raihannah answered. " Okay then, I'm done so do you both mind if we leave now, I need to go home and help Miriam look over some files before they're submitted" I said. " oh sure, we can go, we'll talk later Farouk" She answered as she got up from his couch. " Okay then, I'll escort you guys to the parking lot"

" It's no bo...." Raihannah cut me off almost instantly. " Sure, we have to be safe after all the society is changing into something else, let's go Farouk" She said as she stood by Farouk. She was short compared to him and honestly they really did make a cute match. " The hospital is pretty safe to me" I said with a sigh as I followed behind them and we walked out of his office.

Mama Aleeyah

All her details matched perfectly with Fauziyyah's. From how she was kidnapped, to her real name down to her brother's name. A

Farouky. Fauziyyah had finally come back to me after years of pain and prayers. My life was never normal since when I lost my baby girl. My Fauzi. I almost lost my mind because of the pain Milton's client made me go through. But Alhamdulillah I overcame it and here I was. Doing great things.

She looked so much like me and she reminded me so much of myself. My daughter. I really was 90% sure she was Fauziyyah but I had to confirm from the lab. I could get her saliva from the glass of water she took earlier. If she wasn't my daughter, I had to bring myself to accept it. Eventually I was going to come around. But Insha’Allah I wasn't going to be disappointed this time.

I took the glass from my table and rushed to the hospital's lab. I needed to get immediate results. " Ismail, I need you to do something for me" I called as I instantly walked into the lab. Ismail was Farouk's friend, a medical lab scientist. " Yes ma'am, Salamualaykum, what can I help you with?" Ismail asked as I handed him a cup. " I need you to take a sample of the Saliva in this glass and a sample of mine too, for a DNA test" He looked so confused. Poor boy. " A DNA test mama Aleeyah?, why?"

" Ismail no time for questions, just do it quickly please, I need the results by the end of the today okay?" I ordered and watched him nod. " Keep that glass safe" I said as I took a cotton bud from his table and a glass tube. " what's the name of the owner of the saliva sample?"

" Faryah Mustapha " I answered before I used the cotton bud to wipe some saliva out of my mouth and put it inside the tube. " Here, write my name down, I need the results ASAP" I said as I got ready to leave. " Tomorrow Morning then"

" Does it really have to take that long?, can't I get it within twelve hours?"

" Nope Mama Aleeyah you cannot, please don't nag me, it's a DNA test, not a blood test" I rolled my eyes and laughed a little at what he said. " Thank you then" I answered with a smile. " Anytime Mama Aleeyah" He answered and I walked out of the lab. I really hoped my hunch was true. I was going to be more than happy if Faryah was my real daughter. She grew up to be a strong woman. My baby girl. I had to admit that I had high hopes for she being my daughter. I couldn't wrap my head around the idea that my daughter was gone for good. Deep down in me I knew she was alive. Even though Milton gave up on finding her, I couldn't bring myself to agree with him. I had to be patient. I had to wait for Allah's best timing for me to finally be with my daughter. I had to be patient.

Sabr.

It always paid off.

———————-Bangsar, Kuala Lumpur

————-——————— Edwards Residence(next morning)

" Assalamu Alaykum Ummah, good morning" This was how I was greeted always in the morning for the past years by my loving son, Farouk. He was always so happy. He was a happy child, problem free and very easy to deal with. " Wa'alaykumussalam Son, Good morning, Anak lelaki yang tidur dengan baik?( slept well son?)" I asked as he pecked my cheek and I applied a little mascara on my eyes. "Ya saya, bagaimana dengan awak?( yes I did what about you?)" He answered and I smiled. "mashallah sangat bagus ( MashaAllah, very nice)" I answered with a wide smile as I used a lip balm to secure my lips. " You look so beautiful Ummah, as usual, when's Abbah coming home?" Milton was away on a business trip. He was coming home earlier today. " He'll be home later in the afternoon" I answered as I took in my green and white look. " Good, so Ummah, Ismail said something about a DNA test?" He wasn't supposed to know. What was I thinking when I gave my son's best friend a confidential assignment. I sighed as I turned to look at him. " What DNA test?"

" A DNA test with Faryah Edwards, do you also think she can be my sister?, where and how did you meet her or know she exists?" I was the one that was supposed to be asking him that question. " How do you know her?, I had an appointment with her yesterday and she told me everything she had gone through in her life and it matched with your sisters, seventeen years ago and I really felt something for her that I honestly couldn't explain and I just wanted to confirm if it was true or not" I admitted and sighed. " She's Raihannah's best friend, you remember Raihannah?, the Nigerians?"

" of course, how can I forget a beautiful family, Jamila's daughter right?"

" yes, Ummah, I met them yesterday, Faryah went to see a gynaecologist and they dropped by to see me" I understood.

" ohh, did you feel anything?"

" she looked exactly like me and I think I heard her whisper Farouky slowly, you know Fauziyyah was the only one that called me that right?" He asked and I nodded. " I really have my hopes up Farouk, I really hope the DNA tests come out positive, she has been through a lot in her life" I said as I remembered how she told me about the man who raped her being her husband's father. It broke my heart when I heard that from her. She really has gone through a whole lot of challenges. She was mute for sixteen years and she didn't even kill herself. She learned to live with it. A very different medical case. " Yeah Raihannah said something about that, but hey Ummah, let's go the hospital and find out, if she is my twin then we'll figure out our next move and if she isn't, we'll have to accept it okay?"

" Yeah, we'll have to" I whispered slowly. " Let's eat breakfast and head out, you should be home when Abbah comes back, looking all nice, smelling all nice, y'know the usual" he teased as we walked together out of my room. We lived in a very big mansion, in a peaceful area, Bangsar. We lived comfortably. We were rich, to be honest, billionaires. I was a doctor and I owned several hospitals of my own and my husband, Milton was a renowned lawyer, he always fought for justice and always won. That was how we made it in life. My parents are both late, so is Milton's. I grew up in a comfortable home, a good upbringing and all that. I wasn't the only child, I had twin younger siblings. Haneefah and Haneef. They were both also in Kuala Lumpur. Haneefah was an interior decorator, with two set of twins and Haneef was a Software engineer, happily married to Ni'ma, with three girls. I had a normal family. Everything went by smoothly for us and we were deep in the deen. We were by Allah's side. We were always going to be.

————————-Al Muta'akhir Specialist hospital.

—————————— Same Morning.

" Here are the test results Mama Aleeyah" Ismail said as he handed over a white envelope to me. My hands were shaky as I collected it from his hands. " Brace yourself for the worst Ummah" Farouk said as he caressed my back lightly.

It was time. I could feel my heart beat faster than normal as I tore the envelope open and looked at the probability of us being related.

99.99999999998%.

My heart sank as a wide smile spread on my face.

I found my baby girl.