Omar didn’t even realize when the days turned into weeks. Two long, agonizing weeks had flown by in a haze of hospital corridors, monitor beeps, and sleepless nights. The outside world had blurred into insignificance for him; his entire universe had shrunk into the four walls of Aisha's private hospital room.

Every single day passed in the same agonizing routine, sitting beside her, holding her fragile hand, whispering to her, pleading for her to wake up. Yet, no matter how many times he spoke to her, told her stories, or whispered how much he loved her, her eyes remained closed, trapped in a world of unawareness.