Red Threads, the much-awaited second season of Red Petal, delves into the profound concept of destiny and divine connection. The story unravels how, even in the chaos of life, two souls destined by Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala find their way to one ano...
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Sahada sat in the hospital lobby, her head resting against the wall, eyes staring at nothing in particular. The air around her felt heavy, as though it was pressing down on her chest, refusing to let her breathe freely. Her fingers absentmindedly twisted the silver ring on her hand while Murtasim's words echoed painfully in her mind.
"I've loved her since the first time I met her."
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered to herself,
"How could you do this to me, Murtasim? You're a liar. You told me you couldn't live without me. But when you saw the chance to make your first love yours, you didn't even hesitate."
She blinked hard, trying to push back the tears.
"It's been a week. A week of me avoiding you, waiting for you to prove me wrong. Waiting for you to fight for me. But you haven't, have you? Maybe..." Her voice cracked, and her tears finally spilled. "Maybe you don't care as much as I thought you did."
Her thoughts were interrupted by the firm voice of the nurse standing in front of her.
"Miss Emira?"
Sahada quickly wiped her tears, straightened her abaya, and nodded. "Yes."
"Dr. Hyerin is ready to see you."
Sahada nodded and stood, then walked toward the doctor's office.
As she entered, Dr. Hyerin greeted her with a gentle smile. "Sahada, please, have a seat."
"Thank you," Sahada said softly, lowering herself into the chair. She folded her hands tightly in her lap.
The doctor opened the file on the desk, her expression shifting into something serious. "You mentioned you've been experiencing severe headaches and memory loss for about a year now, right?"
"Yes," Sahada replied, her voice barely audible.
Dr. Hyerin hesitated before speaking again. "I need you to stay calm, okay? What I'm about to tell you isn't easy to hear."
Sahada's brows furrowed, her heart skipping a beat. "What's wrong, Doctor?"
The doctor looked directly at her, her voice measured but firm. "Your test results are back. And we've found... you have a brain tumor. It's at a complicated stage."
The words hit her like a freight train, leaving her momentarily frozen. Her fingers clutched tightly at her abaya, her breathing quick and shallow.
"SubhanAllah," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"I know it's overwhelming," Dr. Hyerin said gently. "The symptoms you're experiencing now-headaches, memory loss-they may worsen. You could also experience dizziness, confusion, and emotional instability."
