Even before their convoy reached the main hospital gate, the hospital security guards had already sprung into action, hurriedly pulling the gates open. The speed and urgency in the approach of the ZADEEN family’s cars was unmistakable to anyone who worked there — whenever their vehicles rushed to the hospital, it meant one thing: a member of their family was in serious health trouble. And in this case, it could only be the light of their eyes, the one who was always ill.
Other security officers, who had not yet reached the gate to help open it, quickly stepped aside and stood in respect as the three cars sped past. Despite the late hour of the night, they silently prayed for her recovery.
Once the cars entered, the gate was shut and secured again. This gate was reserved exclusively for the owners of the hospital, who frequently made their way here.
Direct Route to the VIP Room
Before the family could even park, three doctors and two nurses emerged from a private entrance leading directly upstairs to the VIP room.
Almost in unison, all car doors opened, and the family members stepped out. Everyone was still in their nightwear, except for DZAD (Dad Zad) — the current patriarch of the ZADEEN family since the grandfather’s passing and father of the patient. He was dressed in a jallabiya with a thick ash overcoat and a cap. Seeing his daughter — whom he regarded as part of his own heart — in crisis had stripped him of the billionaire aura that made him hard to approach. Now, he looked like a father clinging to faith, seeking help from God alone.
The Patient’s Discreet Transfer
The patient, completely covered on a hospital bed so that even her face was hidden, was wheeled inside. No one outside her doctors had ever seen her face because of strict privacy and security measures.
The rest of the family followed closely behind, hearts heavy with worry. In moments like these, nothing else mattered — they could abandon everything and everyone for the sake of JANNAH.
Quiet Security Measures
The ZADEEN’s personal security team had arrived without their uniforms to avoid drawing attention to any high-profile presence. They discreetly surrounded the private entrance all the way inside.
Upstairs, the doctors took Jannah directly to her room, allowing only medical personnel inside. The family waited in a well-secured, lavish waiting lounge, some seated in deep worry, others standing silently, not even making the smallest sound.
Emotional Exchanges in the Waiting Lounge
Mimi, known for having more emotional strength than others when it came to Jannah, lifted her soft, tear-filled eyes toward Dad Zad. He returned her gaze with reddened eyes before letting out a slow sigh, rubbing his cold hands together as though trying to warm away a pain that felt like it could stop his own heart.
Mimi reached out, placed both her hands over his, and said with firm courage — the kind the others lacked:
> “Insha Allah, this time her heart will be matched.
Jan will live like every other daughter, insha Allah.
She’ll study, become what you’ve always wished for her, insha Allah…”
Her voice began to tremble as her strength wavered, and she gripped his hands tightly, looking down to hide the tears threatening to fall. Dad Zad only tightened his grip in silence — everyone knew he rarely spoke in such moments.
Anny, Jannah’s sister-in-law and wife to Mahir ZADEEN, stood beside her husband, holding his hand and trying to calm him despite her own quiet anxiety. Whenever Jannah’s health crisis was mentioned, Anny too would be in deep distress.
Leaving Mahir’s side, Anny sat gently beside Mimi, placing a comforting hand on her and softly expressing hope for Jannah’s healing.
Mahir himself sat with one leg crossed over the other, shivering from the cold, dressed in soft, expensive nightwear with a jacket on top
Restlessness of Saleem
Saleem ZADEEN, who followed Mahir in the family order, could not sit still. His head felt like it was spinning — unlike others, he had no patience for suspense. Wearing his nightwear and a hoodie jacket, he paced back and forth with red, unsettled eyes.
The lounge door suddenly opened, and Dr. AMMAR ZADEEN — a heart specialist trained specifically for Jannah’s case — entered. His eyes, more weary than anyone else’s, scanned the room before settling on Dad Zad. With a brief gesture of reassurance, he turned and left to join the doctors inside Jannah’s room. He had received word that a possible donor had been found, which explained why he had rushed there.
Waiting in Tension
An hour or two of tense waiting passed before Ammar returned, breathing heavily as though carrying the weight of bad news. He sat in front of Dad Zad, who exhaled slowly, his anxiety easing just enough because he trusted Ammar’s commitment — if Jannah needed a thousand hearts, Ammar would search endlessly until he found a match.
Mahir, too, released a hidden sigh of relief, exchanging a look with Anny, who silently signaled Mimi to follow her.
Anny quietly told Mimi:
> “Mimi, let’s go see Jannah. The doctors are done.”
Mimi looked to Ammar, who nodded, and then at Mahir, who gave her a brave smile as if to say “Insha Allah, she’s better now.” Anny and Mimi left the lounge for Jannah’s room.
After they left, Ammar turned to Dad Zad:
> “We’ve found a donor we believe will be a perfect match…”
Before he could continue, Dad Zad interrupted:
> “Then what are we waiting for?”
Saleem, unable to stand waiting any longer, stepped up:
> “If you’ve found a heart for Jan, I’ll give up everything I own to get it — no matter where it is, just make sure she gets it.”
Without waiting for more details, he left for Jannah’s room, shoving the door open so hard that everyone but Dad Zad flinched.
Donor Details
Ammar then pulled a document from his jacket pocket, placed it on the table, and leaned back.
> “One of the hospitals where we placed our doctors found a match. She’s about the same age as Jannah. She’s married… and pregnant — but without her knowledge, our doctors checked and confirmed her heart is perfectly healthy.”
Dad Zad and Mahir both let out a relieved sigh — all they needed to know was that the heart was healthy and likely to be a match.
Strategic Decision
Dad Zad calmly adjusted his posture and said without touching the papers:
> “Just set the surgery time — that’s what matters. Also, have the government hospital doctor send her here without delay.”
Mahir picked up the papers and looked at the name and background, which were from a place so remote and unfamiliar that he dismissed it instantly. Throwing the papers back on the table, he suggested:
> “Since she’s pregnant, let’s use the maturity of the pregnancy and delivery to our advantage.”
Ammar considered the idea — Mahir was known for sharp judgment in sensitive matters. Dad Zad said nothing, but everyone knew he valued Mahir’s strategic thinking, especially when it came to delicate operations like this.
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Arrival at the Hospital Gate
Even before their convoy reached the main hospital gate, the hospital security guards had already sprung into action, hurriedly pulling the gates open. The speed and urgency in the approach of the ZADEEN family’s cars was unmistakable to anyone who worked there — whenever their vehicles rushed to the hospital, it meant one thing: a member of their family was in serious health trouble. And in this case, it could only be the light of their eyes, the one who was always ill.
Other security officers, who had not yet reached the gate to help open it, quickly stepped aside and stood in respect as the three cars sped past. Despite the late hour of the night, they silently prayed for her recovery.
Once the cars entered, the gate was shut and secured again. This gate was reserved exclusively for the owners of the hospital, who frequently made their way here.
Direct Route to the VIP Room
Before the family could even park, three doctors and two nurses emerged from a private entrance leading directly upstairs to the VIP room.
Almost in unison, all car doors opened, and the family members stepped out. Everyone was still in their nightwear, except for DZAD (Dad Zad) — the current patriarch of the ZADEEN family since the grandfather’s passing and father of the patient. He was dressed in a jallabiya with a thick ash overcoat and a cap. Seeing his daughter — whom he regarded as part of his own heart — in crisis had stripped him of the billionaire aura that made him hard to approach. Now, he looked like a father clinging to faith, seeking help from God alone.
The Patient’s Discreet Transfer
The patient, completely covered on a hospital bed so that even her face was hidden, was wheeled inside. No one outside her doctors had ever seen her face because of strict privacy and security measures.
The rest of the family followed closely behind, hearts heavy with worry. In moments like these, nothing else mattered — they could abandon everything and everyone for the sake of JANNAH.
Quiet Security Measures
The ZADEEN’s personal security team had arrived without their uniforms to avoid drawing attention to any high-profile presence. They discreetly surrounded the private entrance all the way inside.
Upstairs, the doctors took Jannah directly to her room, allowing only medical personnel inside. The family waited in a well-secured, lavish waiting lounge, some seated in deep worry, others standing silently, not even making the smallest sound.
Emotional Exchanges in the Waiting Lounge
Mimi, known for having more emotional strength than others when it came to Jannah, lifted her soft, tear-filled eyes toward Dad Zad. He returned her gaze with reddened eyes before letting out a slow sigh, rubbing his cold hands together as though trying to warm away a pain that felt like it could stop his own heart.
Mimi reached out, placed both her hands over his, and said with firm courage — the kind the others lacked:
> “Insha Allah, this time her heart will be matched.
Jan will live like every other daughter, insha Allah.
She’ll study, become what you’ve always wished for her, insha Allah…”
Her voice began to tremble as her strength wavered, and she gripped his hands tightly, looking down to hide the tears threatening to fall. Dad Zad only tightened his grip in silence — everyone knew he rarely spoke in such moments.
Anny, Jannah’s sister-in-law and wife to Mahir ZADEEN, stood beside her husband, holding his hand and trying to calm him despite her own quiet anxiety. Whenever Jannah’s health crisis was mentioned, Anny too would be in deep distress.
Leaving Mahir’s side, Anny sat gently beside Mimi, placing a comforting hand on her and softly expressing hope for Jannah’s healing.
Mahir himself sat with one leg crossed over the other, shivering from the cold, dressed in soft, expensive nightwear with a jacket on top
Restlessness of Saleem
Saleem ZADEEN, who followed Mahir in the family order, could not sit still. His head felt like it was spinning — unlike others, he had no patience for suspense. Wearing his nightwear and a hoodie jacket, he paced back and forth with red, unsettled eyes.
The lounge door suddenly opened, and Dr. AMMAR ZADEEN — a heart specialist trained specifically for Jannah’s case — entered. His eyes, more weary than anyone else’s, scanned the room before settling on Dad Zad. With a brief gesture of reassurance, he turned and left to join the doctors inside Jannah’s room. He had received word that a possible donor had been found, which explained why he had rushed there.
Waiting in Tension
An hour or two of tense waiting passed before Ammar returned, breathing heavily as though carrying the weight of bad news. He sat in front of Dad Zad, who exhaled slowly, his anxiety easing just enough because he trusted Ammar’s commitment — if Jannah needed a thousand hearts, Ammar would search endlessly until he found a match.
Mahir, too, released a hidden sigh of relief, exchanging a look with Anny, who silently signaled Mimi to follow her.
Anny quietly told Mimi:
> “Mimi, let’s go see Jannah. The doctors are done.”
Mimi looked to Ammar, who nodded, and then at Mahir, who gave her a brave smile as if to say “Insha Allah, she’s better now.” Anny and Mimi left the lounge for Jannah’s room.
After they left, Ammar turned to Dad Zad:
> “We’ve found a donor we believe will be a perfect match…”
Before he could continue, Dad Zad interrupted:
> “Then what are we waiting for?”
Saleem, unable to stand waiting any longer, stepped up:
> “If you’ve found a heart for Jan, I’ll give up everything I own to get it — no matter where it is, just make sure she gets it.”
Without waiting for more details, he left for Jannah’s room, shoving the door open so hard that everyone but Dad Zad flinched.
Donor Details
Ammar then pulled a document from his jacket pocket, placed it on the table, and leaned back.
> “One of the hospitals where we placed our doctors found a match. She’s about the same age as Jannah. She’s married… and pregnant — but without her knowledge, our doctors checked and confirmed her heart is perfectly healthy.”
Dad Zad and Mahir both let out a relieved sigh — all they needed to know was that the heart was healthy and likely to be a match.
Strategic Decision
Dad Zad calmly adjusted his posture and said without touching the papers:
> “Just set the surgery time — that’s what matters. Also, have the government hospital doctor send her here without delay.”
Mahir picked up the papers and looked at the name and background, which were from a place so remote and unfamiliar that he dismissed it instantly. Throwing the papers back on the table, he suggested:
> “Since she’s pregnant, let’s use the maturity of the pregnancy and delivery to our advantage.”
Ammar considered the idea — Mahir was known for sharp judgment in sensitive matters. Dad Zad said nothing, but everyone knew he valued Mahir’s strategic thinking, especially when it came to delicate operations like this.