He pressed his head tightly against her stomach, burying his face into her body.
At the same time, he placed his right hand over his abdomen, clutching it in agony.
His entire body trembled uncontrollably like a leaf in the wind.
A sharp pain was raging inside his stomach, so severe that it was stealing his breath away.
He wrapped his left arm around her back, pulling her tightly to himself as he shivered in pain and confusion.
The suddenness of it all frightened Jannart terribly — her body also began to shake just as his was trembling.
He then gripped her firmly, holding her down so she couldn’t move an inch.
Seeing this, Jannart screamed in panic, her voice quivering as tears filled her eyes.
> “Innalillahi wa innailaihi raji’un! Mamy! Mamy!! Mamy!!! Look at what he’s doing!!!”
Meanwhile, Mamy, overwhelmed by fear and confusion, began to turn in circles in the middle of the sitting room, not knowing what to do.
She kept shouting in distress,
> “Ramadan! Ramadan!!! Come here!!! Rayyern isn’t well!!!”
. The Arrival of Dr. Sulaiman and Baba Ma’uÉ—o
It was Dr. Sulaiman who had just returned home with Rayyern earlier. He pushed the door open hurriedly — he hadn’t entered earlier because he had stopped to inform Baba Ma’uÉ—o that Rayyern’s sickness had relapsed.
In a rush, he entered the sitting room, with Baba Ma’uÉ—o following closely behind.
Outside, Hadi and Ari, the gatekeepers, stood frozen in shock. Anyone who knew how severe Rayyern’s stomach pain could get would naturally be filled with fear — because whenever it struck, it felt as though it would take his life away.
That fear made Hadi quickly pull out his phone and call Abba, his voice trembling as he said,
> “Alhaji, Rayyern’s sickness has returned!”
Alarmed, Abba looked at the people around him, stood up quickly, and said,
> “Rayyern is not okay.”
Without wasting time, he stepped out of the room, clearly making a private call.
After ending Hadi’s call, he immediately dialed Ramadan’s number.
> “Ramadan, where are you?” he asked sharply.
> “Abba, I’m in Minjibir. Is everything okay?”
Abba’s voice carried urgency and command.
> “Go home immediately — Rayyern’s sickness has started again!”
Ramadan’s Distress and Rush Home
Hearing that, Ramadan sprang to his feet, abandoning everything he was doing. Panic washed over him as he said,
> “Innalillahi wa innailaihi raji’un! Hamma Rayyern’s illness is back? Abba, where is he now?”
> “He’s at home,”
Abba replied anxiously, before hanging up and continuing his conversation.
Ramadan turned to Riyyam-nsra, who was already staring at him with concern.
> “Hamma Ramadan, what happened?” she asked.
Ramadan shut his eyes tightly, trying to control the flood of emotions. He grabbed Riyyam-nsra’s hand and pulled her toward the parking lot.
> “Riyyam, let’s go home — Hamma Rayyern’s stomach pain has started again. It’s been over two, almost three years since it last happened, but now it’s back!”
> “Innalillahi!”
was all Riyyam-nsra could say repeatedly as they entered the car.
Ramadan started the engine with trembling hands and drove off at high speed.
> “Ya Rabbi, Ya Allah, please heal my brother. We all believed he was fine — it’s been years since his last attack,”
he prayed aloud as they sped home.
Chaos and Tears at Home
Back at home, in the middle of panic, Mamy grabbed Dr. Sulaiman’s hand and dragged him toward Jannart, who was holding Rayyern in her lap, his body limp and still.
Her voice shook as she cried out,
> “Sulaiman, please check if Rayyern is still alive — look, he’s not moving!”
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
At that moment, Jannart lowered her head and looked closely — indeed, he had stopped moving. The trembling of his body had ceased completely.
Her eyes widened in horror as she turned to Mamy, who cried even louder,
> “Innalillahi wa innailaihi raji’un! Sulaiman, please check him — don’t let him leave us. We still carry his burden that we haven’t fulfilled yet!”
Dr. Sulaiman tried to calm her, holding her hands and attempting to make her sit, but she was too overwhelmed by fear and grief.
Meanwhile, Baba Ma’uÉ—o rushed to Jannart’s side, knelt down, and placed his trembling hand on Rayyern’s neck. His voice quivered as he called out:
> “Rayyern! Rayyern!! Rayyanu!!! Muhammad Muhammadu, wake up! Open your eyes, my boy!!!”
Tears rolled down his wrinkled cheeks, and the sight broke Jannart’s heart even more. Seeing the old man cry, alongside Mamy, filled her with unbearable pain.
Between Life and Death
Inside his mind, Rayyern could faintly hear their voices from afar — but he felt trapped in another world, one filled with pain and agony. He could hear his name being called by Baba Ma’uÉ—o, but he couldn’t respond. His lips refused to move because of the unbearable pain inside him.
Dr. Sulaiman finally managed to make Mamy sit and spoke gently,
> “Mamy, he’s breathing. Nothing has happened to him, please calm down. Insha Allah, he will be fine. I gave him an injection at the hospital — the medicine has started to work, and the pain will soon stop.”
His calm tone and steady words were meant to comfort her.
Just then, Abba entered the living room in a rush and went straight to where Baba Ma’uÉ—o was kneeling.
> “Rayyern!”
he called anxiously.
Dr. Sulaiman immediately turned and said reassuringly,
> “Abba, please relax. Let him rest — in a short while, he’ll be able to respond. I gave him an injection; he’ll be fine, Insha Allah.”
Abba exhaled deeply and sat down on the nearby chair, while Mamy continued to sob quietly, unable to calm herself.
She feared the worst — she knew how brutal this stomach pain could be whenever it struck.
Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra Arrive
Meanwhile, Jannart still felt the pain in her waist where Rayyern had clutched her so tightly earlier. It wasn’t a normal hold — it was a desperate, pain-driven grip, seeking relief.
Moments later, Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra burst into the sitting room, both visibly shaken — especially Ramadan, who knew how dangerous this illness was.
They rushed toward him but froze when they saw Abba, Mamy, Baba Ma’uÉ—o, and Jannart already there — all in tears.
Rayyern lay motionless on Jannart’s lap; Baba Ma’uÉ—o and Mamy were crying, and Abba sat speechless, holding his chin in despair.
Seeing all that, Ramadan’s heart pounded painfully — he feared his brother was gone.
Riyyam-nsra broke into a heart-wrenching cry, collapsed to the floor, and buried his face near Rayyern’s legs, sobbing uncontrollably:
> “Innalillahi wa innailaihi raji’un! Mamy, death won’t let me fulfill your dream. Oh Allah! Mamy, I wish you were here to see what your descendant is going through! Mamy, wallahi it’s him, it’s them!”
Their words barely reached Abba and the others, who were too shocked to process anything.
But Rayyern, though weak and slipping away, faintly heard the boy’s cries. He couldn’t fully understand the words, but he recognized the tone of grief and pain.
Hope Returns
Dr. Sulaiman approached Riyyam-nsra, pulled him gently to himself, and said softly,
> “Riyyam-nsra, stop crying — he’s not dead. The sickness is calming down. Look, even your father has relaxed.”
At that, Ramadan let out a heavy sigh of relief — as if a giant stone had been lifted from his chest.
Riyyam-nsra wiped his tears and asked in a trembling voice,
> “Dr. Sulaiman, are you serious? Is my brother still breathing?”
Dr. Sulaiman nodded quickly.
> “Yes, he’s breathing. In a few minutes, he’ll wake up, Insha Allah.”
Everyone exhaled in relief.
Mamy finally stopped crying, though Baba Ma’uÉ—o’s tears continued to flow. Seeing him cry made Jannart’s heart shatter completely — she could never watch that old man cry without breaking down herself.
The Doctor’s Explanation
Once the tension eased a little, Dr. Sulaiman sat down calmly, cleared his throat, and explained softly,
> “The whole thing didn’t even last up to thirty minutes. I noticed it when he started sweating during our doctors’ meeting. We were discussing a training program for some of our doctors in Moscow. When I saw the signs, I tried to leave the meeting, but before I could, the pain had already intensified.”
Everyone stared at him attentively as he continued.
> “Insha Allah, he’ll recover soon. Right after the meeting, I gave him an injection. The attack was already in full force by then, but Alhamdulillah, after about fifty minutes, the medicine started working. That’s why you can see he’s calm now — the shaking has stopped.”
Abba and Ramadan both nodded, visibly comforted by the explanation. All they wished for now was Rayyern’s complete recovery.
Baba Ma’uÉ—o gently ran his hand over Rayyern’s head and neck, then stood up, wiping his tears. With a voice filled with compassion, he said
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The Sudden Attack and Jannart’s Panic
He pressed his head tightly against her stomach, burying his face into her body.
At the same time, he placed his right hand over his abdomen, clutching it in agony.
His entire body trembled uncontrollably like a leaf in the wind.
A sharp pain was raging inside his stomach, so severe that it was stealing his breath away.
He wrapped his left arm around her back, pulling her tightly to himself as he shivered in pain and confusion.
The suddenness of it all frightened Jannart terribly — her body also began to shake just as his was trembling.
He then gripped her firmly, holding her down so she couldn’t move an inch.
Seeing this, Jannart screamed in panic, her voice quivering as tears filled her eyes.
> “Innalillahi wa innailaihi raji’un! Mamy! Mamy!! Mamy!!! Look at what he’s doing!!!”
Meanwhile, Mamy, overwhelmed by fear and confusion, began to turn in circles in the middle of the sitting room, not knowing what to do.
She kept shouting in distress,
> “Ramadan! Ramadan!!! Come here!!! Rayyern isn’t well!!!”
. The Arrival of Dr. Sulaiman and Baba Ma’uÉ—o
It was Dr. Sulaiman who had just returned home with Rayyern earlier. He pushed the door open hurriedly — he hadn’t entered earlier because he had stopped to inform Baba Ma’uÉ—o that Rayyern’s sickness had relapsed.
In a rush, he entered the sitting room, with Baba Ma’uÉ—o following closely behind.
Outside, Hadi and Ari, the gatekeepers, stood frozen in shock. Anyone who knew how severe Rayyern’s stomach pain could get would naturally be filled with fear — because whenever it struck, it felt as though it would take his life away.
That fear made Hadi quickly pull out his phone and call Abba, his voice trembling as he said,
> “Alhaji, Rayyern’s sickness has returned!”
Alarmed, Abba looked at the people around him, stood up quickly, and said,
> “Rayyern is not okay.”
Without wasting time, he stepped out of the room, clearly making a private call.
After ending Hadi’s call, he immediately dialed Ramadan’s number.
> “Ramadan, where are you?” he asked sharply.
> “Abba, I’m in Minjibir. Is everything okay?”
Abba’s voice carried urgency and command.
> “Go home immediately — Rayyern’s sickness has started again!”
Ramadan’s Distress and Rush Home
Hearing that, Ramadan sprang to his feet, abandoning everything he was doing. Panic washed over him as he said,
> “Innalillahi wa innailaihi raji’un! Hamma Rayyern’s illness is back? Abba, where is he now?”
> “He’s at home,”
Abba replied anxiously, before hanging up and continuing his conversation.
Ramadan turned to Riyyam-nsra, who was already staring at him with concern.
> “Hamma Ramadan, what happened?” she asked.
Ramadan shut his eyes tightly, trying to control the flood of emotions. He grabbed Riyyam-nsra’s hand and pulled her toward the parking lot.
> “Riyyam, let’s go home — Hamma Rayyern’s stomach pain has started again. It’s been over two, almost three years since it last happened, but now it’s back!”
> “Innalillahi!”
was all Riyyam-nsra could say repeatedly as they entered the car.
Ramadan started the engine with trembling hands and drove off at high speed.
> “Ya Rabbi, Ya Allah, please heal my brother. We all believed he was fine — it’s been years since his last attack,”
he prayed aloud as they sped home.
Chaos and Tears at Home
Back at home, in the middle of panic, Mamy grabbed Dr. Sulaiman’s hand and dragged him toward Jannart, who was holding Rayyern in her lap, his body limp and still.
Her voice shook as she cried out,
> “Sulaiman, please check if Rayyern is still alive — look, he’s not moving!”
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
At that moment, Jannart lowered her head and looked closely — indeed, he had stopped moving. The trembling of his body had ceased completely.
Her eyes widened in horror as she turned to Mamy, who cried even louder,
> “Innalillahi wa innailaihi raji’un! Sulaiman, please check him — don’t let him leave us. We still carry his burden that we haven’t fulfilled yet!”
Dr. Sulaiman tried to calm her, holding her hands and attempting to make her sit, but she was too overwhelmed by fear and grief.
Meanwhile, Baba Ma’uÉ—o rushed to Jannart’s side, knelt down, and placed his trembling hand on Rayyern’s neck. His voice quivered as he called out:
> “Rayyern! Rayyern!! Rayyanu!!! Muhammad Muhammadu, wake up! Open your eyes, my boy!!!”
Tears rolled down his wrinkled cheeks, and the sight broke Jannart’s heart even more. Seeing the old man cry, alongside Mamy, filled her with unbearable pain.
Between Life and Death
Inside his mind, Rayyern could faintly hear their voices from afar — but he felt trapped in another world, one filled with pain and agony. He could hear his name being called by Baba Ma’uÉ—o, but he couldn’t respond. His lips refused to move because of the unbearable pain inside him.
Dr. Sulaiman finally managed to make Mamy sit and spoke gently,
> “Mamy, he’s breathing. Nothing has happened to him, please calm down. Insha Allah, he will be fine. I gave him an injection at the hospital — the medicine has started to work, and the pain will soon stop.”
His calm tone and steady words were meant to comfort her.
Just then, Abba entered the living room in a rush and went straight to where Baba Ma’uÉ—o was kneeling.
> “Rayyern!”
he called anxiously.
Dr. Sulaiman immediately turned and said reassuringly,
> “Abba, please relax. Let him rest — in a short while, he’ll be able to respond. I gave him an injection; he’ll be fine, Insha Allah.”
Abba exhaled deeply and sat down on the nearby chair, while Mamy continued to sob quietly, unable to calm herself.
She feared the worst — she knew how brutal this stomach pain could be whenever it struck.
Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra Arrive
Meanwhile, Jannart still felt the pain in her waist where Rayyern had clutched her so tightly earlier. It wasn’t a normal hold — it was a desperate, pain-driven grip, seeking relief.
Moments later, Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra burst into the sitting room, both visibly shaken — especially Ramadan, who knew how dangerous this illness was.
They rushed toward him but froze when they saw Abba, Mamy, Baba Ma’uÉ—o, and Jannart already there — all in tears.
Rayyern lay motionless on Jannart’s lap; Baba Ma’uÉ—o and Mamy were crying, and Abba sat speechless, holding his chin in despair.
Seeing all that, Ramadan’s heart pounded painfully — he feared his brother was gone.
Riyyam-nsra broke into a heart-wrenching cry, collapsed to the floor, and buried his face near Rayyern’s legs, sobbing uncontrollably:
> “Innalillahi wa innailaihi raji’un! Mamy, death won’t let me fulfill your dream. Oh Allah! Mamy, I wish you were here to see what your descendant is going through! Mamy, wallahi it’s him, it’s them!”
Their words barely reached Abba and the others, who were too shocked to process anything.
But Rayyern, though weak and slipping away, faintly heard the boy’s cries. He couldn’t fully understand the words, but he recognized the tone of grief and pain.
Hope Returns
Dr. Sulaiman approached Riyyam-nsra, pulled him gently to himself, and said softly,
> “Riyyam-nsra, stop crying — he’s not dead. The sickness is calming down. Look, even your father has relaxed.”
At that, Ramadan let out a heavy sigh of relief — as if a giant stone had been lifted from his chest.
Riyyam-nsra wiped his tears and asked in a trembling voice,
> “Dr. Sulaiman, are you serious? Is my brother still breathing?”
Dr. Sulaiman nodded quickly.
> “Yes, he’s breathing. In a few minutes, he’ll wake up, Insha Allah.”
Everyone exhaled in relief.
Mamy finally stopped crying, though Baba Ma’uÉ—o’s tears continued to flow. Seeing him cry made Jannart’s heart shatter completely — she could never watch that old man cry without breaking down herself.
The Doctor’s Explanation
Once the tension eased a little, Dr. Sulaiman sat down calmly, cleared his throat, and explained softly,
> “The whole thing didn’t even last up to thirty minutes. I noticed it when he started sweating during our doctors’ meeting. We were discussing a training program for some of our doctors in Moscow. When I saw the signs, I tried to leave the meeting, but before I could, the pain had already intensified.”
Everyone stared at him attentively as he continued.
> “Insha Allah, he’ll recover soon. Right after the meeting, I gave him an injection. The attack was already in full force by then, but Alhamdulillah, after about fifty minutes, the medicine started working. That’s why you can see he’s calm now — the shaking has stopped.”
Abba and Ramadan both nodded, visibly comforted by the explanation. All they wished for now was Rayyern’s complete recovery.
Baba Ma’uÉ—o gently ran his hand over Rayyern’s head and neck, then stood up, wiping his tears. With a voice filled with compassion, he said