Attention: I would like to start this off with the BIGGEST apology ever! It has almost been a month without posting, and oh how much I've missed it! I've been caught up with so much school work that I hardly had time to tweet, either. Hope this long chapter makes up for it! Hope you all enjoy.
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Day #50;
She stood up from her seat, adjusted her bag strap, and remained quiet.
I picked up my phone from my nearby table, and wrote with the most evilest grin, "Guess what? You're wife is cheating on you!"
After that, I adjusted the way I was holding it, the message wasn't yet sent.
With the devilish smile remained on my face, I spoke with cruelty, reading the unsent message, "Guess what? Your wife is cheating on you! Shall I send?"
My finger was less than a centimeter away from the 'Send' button.
"You wouldn't!" she shouted so furiously.
"Oh, trust me, I would," I responded more devil-like. I have never turned into my opposing side, nor have I ever disrespected my mother.
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"You know what I've heard? The hospital beside you is able to send donations to different countries," my mother said.
"But I don't want to donate it here," I refused, immediately thinking of a way to convince my mother yet again.
"What now?" she replied, tired of my demands in such short notice.
"I want to go to Australia and donate it there," I ordered.
"What's the difference?" she questioned.
"At least I can see Rashed and see how he's doing. Please," I answered.
"I can't let you miss university, Jade!" she raised her voice, "I have no choice but to allow you to donate, but missing your classes and traveling all the way across the world? I can't permit that."
"Please! I'll take notes of my lectures from my professor and study them by myself, either way, it's all review!" I said with reasoning.
She looked at me with absolute disapproval.
I pulled out my phone and headed to the unsent message once again and showed it to her, with my finger almost sending it, and with a threatening look on my face.
"Oh, fine!!" she spilled.
I smiled, approached my closet, and dragged my black suitcase out.
Although, I feel so terrible about my rude actions, but it never ceases to amaze me how much will-power can take over how badly I want things.
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Day #52;
"Please fasten your seat belts, we will be arriving in Melbourne, Australia in approximately 21 hours and 40 minutes,"
We adjusted our seats, fastened our seat belts, obeying the pilot's words, and sat back waiting for departure.
I was so exhilarated, deep down, I could just scream.
Hopefully, Rashed will be fine and everything will go back to normal.
I feel so confident about the operation, thank God.
Since I know this flight would be extremely long, I've decided to take a light snooze.
While altering the first-class chair, I called for the flight attendance and asked for a blanket.
As she returned with one, I watched my mother fall asleep, as well.
I felt extremely sorry dragging her into what I want, threatening her...
I purposely placed the blanket on her, since her clothing wasn't heavy enough to protect her from the cold breeze trapped in the airplane.
Intending to wake up and apologize to her later on, I closed my eyes and set my mind on where we're flying to, Melbourne, where Rashed is.
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"Jade, wake up, sweetie," my mother spoke, tugging me slowly in order to wake me up for one of the meals.
Turns out my mother had my back and ordered what she thought I liked best, she was right.
Picking up the fork and sitting up straight, simultaneously I spoke, "I'm sorry,"
She looked at me silently.
"I'm sorry for threatening you. I'm sorry for forcing you to do what I wanted," I said, additionally, "I just want Rashed to be healthy again,"
She slowly shed a tear.
I put my hand on her shoulder, attempting to comfort her.
"No, I'm sorry, I should have told you and your father about everything,"
"If you don't love Baba then why are you still with him?" I asked, confused.
"Because I chose to stay. Khalifa began writing me love letters, and I felt lonely. Your father and I truly love each other, and I know he'd be lost without me. My life is complete, I have a loving husband and a beautiful daughter. I can't imagine not having that anymore," she responded.
I hugged her so tightly and felt so grateful yet still so sorrowful at the same time.
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It's 8 AM here in Melbourne, the sun is shining.
My mother and I are on our way, in a taxi, to the nearest hospital, with our suitcases in the back.
As soon as we reached, I grabbed my luggage and rushed into the hospital so excitedly yet so fearful.
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"Are you at least 18 years of age?" asked the nurse.
"Yes."
"Do you have diabetes, cancer, or any organ-specific diseases?"
"No."
"Are you free from high blood pressure?"
"Yes."
"Are you healthy in terms of mental and physical health?"
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Day #50;
She stood up from her seat, adjusted her bag strap, and remained quiet.
I picked up my phone from my nearby table, and wrote with the most evilest grin, "Guess what? You're wife is cheating on you!"
After that, I adjusted the way I was holding it, the message wasn't yet sent.
With the devilish smile remained on my face, I spoke with cruelty, reading the unsent message, "Guess what? Your wife is cheating on you! Shall I send?"
My finger was less than a centimeter away from the 'Send' button.
"You wouldn't!" she shouted so furiously.
"Oh, trust me, I would," I responded more devil-like. I have never turned into my opposing side, nor have I ever disrespected my mother.
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"You know what I've heard? The hospital beside you is able to send donations to different countries," my mother said.
"But I don't want to donate it here," I refused, immediately thinking of a way to convince my mother yet again.
"What now?" she replied, tired of my demands in such short notice.
"I want to go to Australia and donate it there," I ordered.
"What's the difference?" she questioned.
"At least I can see Rashed and see how he's doing. Please," I answered.
"I can't let you miss university, Jade!" she raised her voice, "I have no choice but to allow you to donate, but missing your classes and traveling all the way across the world? I can't permit that."
"Please! I'll take notes of my lectures from my professor and study them by myself, either way, it's all review!" I said with reasoning.
She looked at me with absolute disapproval.
I pulled out my phone and headed to the unsent message once again and showed it to her, with my finger almost sending it, and with a threatening look on my face.
"Oh, fine!!" she spilled.
I smiled, approached my closet, and dragged my black suitcase out.
Although, I feel so terrible about my rude actions, but it never ceases to amaze me how much will-power can take over how badly I want things.
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Day #52;
"Please fasten your seat belts, we will be arriving in Melbourne, Australia in approximately 21 hours and 40 minutes,"
We adjusted our seats, fastened our seat belts, obeying the pilot's words, and sat back waiting for departure.
I was so exhilarated, deep down, I could just scream.
Hopefully, Rashed will be fine and everything will go back to normal.
I feel so confident about the operation, thank God.
Since I know this flight would be extremely long, I've decided to take a light snooze.
While altering the first-class chair, I called for the flight attendance and asked for a blanket.
As she returned with one, I watched my mother fall asleep, as well.
I felt extremely sorry dragging her into what I want, threatening her...
I purposely placed the blanket on her, since her clothing wasn't heavy enough to protect her from the cold breeze trapped in the airplane.
Intending to wake up and apologize to her later on, I closed my eyes and set my mind on where we're flying to, Melbourne, where Rashed is.
-
"Jade, wake up, sweetie," my mother spoke, tugging me slowly in order to wake me up for one of the meals.
Turns out my mother had my back and ordered what she thought I liked best, she was right.
Picking up the fork and sitting up straight, simultaneously I spoke, "I'm sorry,"
She looked at me silently.
"I'm sorry for threatening you. I'm sorry for forcing you to do what I wanted," I said, additionally, "I just want Rashed to be healthy again,"
She slowly shed a tear.
I put my hand on her shoulder, attempting to comfort her.
"No, I'm sorry, I should have told you and your father about everything,"
"If you don't love Baba then why are you still with him?" I asked, confused.
"Because I chose to stay. Khalifa began writing me love letters, and I felt lonely. Your father and I truly love each other, and I know he'd be lost without me. My life is complete, I have a loving husband and a beautiful daughter. I can't imagine not having that anymore," she responded.
I hugged her so tightly and felt so grateful yet still so sorrowful at the same time.
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It's 8 AM here in Melbourne, the sun is shining.
My mother and I are on our way, in a taxi, to the nearest hospital, with our suitcases in the back.
As soon as we reached, I grabbed my luggage and rushed into the hospital so excitedly yet so fearful.
-
"Are you at least 18 years of age?" asked the nurse.
"Yes."
"Do you have diabetes, cancer, or any organ-specific diseases?"
"No."
"Are you free from high blood pressure?"
"Yes."
"Are you healthy in terms of mental and physical health?"
"Yes."
"Okay then, you are qualified, who may you want to donate your kidney to?" she asked with a smile.
"He's a patient here, Rashed Al-*****" I replied, remembering Fawaz's message. He specifically named the hospital he was getting treated in.
"Please, follow me," she said, starting to walk toward a room.
With my mother right by my side, she held my arm and spoke, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm more than sure," I replied.
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Day #55;
Rashed's perspective;
Due to my trouble breathing, I had to visit the hospital here and stay the night.
I woke up today morning with a smile on my face.
I dreamt Jade came to Australia.
I dreamt I held her hand.
I dreamt I gave her the tightest embrace which indicated how much I missed her, and I never wanted to let her go.
If only it was real.
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"Come in," I spoke after hearing the door knock.
It was my doctor.
"How are you today, Rashed?"
"I'm fine, not feeling any different, really," I answered.
"We have your results from yesterday's blood test," he said a bit too calmly.
"And..?" I asked, waiting for good news.
"Your other kidney seems to become weaker than before, but don't worry, we've had a nice, young lady donate one of her kidneys to you. So kind of her, she doesn't even ask for anything in return, just your health," he said.
I was shocked by his words.
Thank you, God! Thank you!
"Doctor, may I ask who this lady is?"
He extended his right arm, opened the door, and viewed how my facial expressions changed as I watched her walk in with tears in her eyes. My heart felt as if it was being hit by drumsticks.
"Jade," I said in amazement.
"Rashed," she replied, approaching me closer.
While our eyes met, we heard the doctor reassure me, "Your operation will be in 3 hours, wish you the best of luck!"
I was unable to reply, Jade's beauty was blocking everything I could possibly think, or even speak of.
"It was you..." I said, speaking about the donation.
"Rashed, why didn't you tell me you were sick?" she asked.
"I just found out when you left to university, I didn't want you to be worried, I'm sorry," I responded.
She stared at my pale, dry, unusual, frail face and body, and came even closer to me, dragging the nearby chair along with her.
She held my hand and looked into my black eyes.
"Being sick is not an imperfection,"
Due to my very slow crying reputation, I felt a tear roll down my insipid cheek.
After minutes of silence and hush, she gave me hug.
A sudden feeling of happiness rushed through my veins, blood, and bones. It was something not even the tubes attached to my hands could captivate.
Putting the best of my ability, I dragged my weak arms and hugged her back.
My dream came true.
