They drove straight to ABU Teaching Hospital, Ummi's tears flowing as she sat beside Abu, her hands tightly clenched in anguish. Witnessing her mother's despair shattered Ummi's heart, filling her with an overwhelming sense of sorrow. Ayatullah, lost in contemplation, paced back and forth with his arms folded behind his back, desperately searching for a solution. Unbeknownst to him, his father entered the room and silently observed his restless demeanor until he cleared his throat, capturing Ayatullah's attention.

Ayatullah paused and walked over to his father, who wore an expression of deep concern. "What's the. . .