Taif - Part 7: A Mother’s Tears

The world seemed to freeze.

Taif stared at the doctor, her heart hammering so loudly she could barely hear anything else.

"My… son?" she whispered.

The doctor nodded, handing her the report. "The DNA results confirm it. Zayn is your biological child."

Taif’s vision blurred with tears. She turned to Diaa, searching his face for some kind of response. He looked just as shocked as she felt.

"This… this doesn’t make sense," he muttered. "How is this possible?"

Taif’s hands shook as she clutched the papers. "I knew it," she breathed. "I felt it all along. I knew he was mine."

Diaa exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair. "But if Zayn is our son… then what happened that night? How did we lose him?"

Taif’s chest tightened. There was only one way to find out.

"We need to go back," she said, her voice shaking. "We need to find out the truth about what happened in that hospital."

Unraveling the Past

That night, Taif barely slept. She kept staring at the DNA report, running her fingers over Zayn’s name. Her son.

The baby she had believed to be dead.

The child she had mourned for years.

All this time, he had been right in front of her.

The next morning, she and Diaa drove to the hospital where she had given birth.

As they walked through the familiar hallways, memories crashed into her—the pain, the exhaustion, the way she had woken up to be told her son was gone.

They approached the records office, where a nurse greeted them.

"How can I help you?"

Taif swallowed hard. "I gave birth here years ago. My child… I was told he didn’t survive. But we recently discovered that he’s alive."

The nurse’s eyes widened. "That’s… impossible."

Diaa placed the DNA report on the counter. "We need access to the hospital’s records from that night."

The nurse hesitated. "I’ll have to get permission from the director."

"Then do it," Taif said firmly.

Minutes later, they were led into a small office where an older doctor sat behind a desk. His expression was unreadable as he glanced over the report.

"This is a very serious claim," he said.

"It’s the truth," Taif replied. "And we want answers."

The doctor sighed and turned to his computer, pulling up the hospital’s old files.

Taif’s breath caught when he found her name.

Date of birth: 8 years ago.

Status: Neonatal death.

Her hands clenched into fists. "That’s a lie," she hissed.

The doctor frowned, clicking on the details. A moment later, his face paled.

"What is it?" Diaa asked sharply.

The doctor exhaled. "There’s… another record attached to this one."

He turned the screen toward them.

Taif leaned in, her heart pounding.

It was a second birth record.

Same date.

Same time.

But a different name.

Her baby had been registered twice.

One record marked as deceased.

The other… transferred.

Taif’s blood ran cold.

"What does this mean?" Diaa demanded.

The doctor hesitated. "It looks like there was… a switch."

Taif gripped the desk. "Someone stole my baby."

The Woman Behind the Lie

The hospital investigation led them to a name—a nurse who had been working that night.

A nurse who had left the country years ago.

Taif felt sick. "She got away with it."

But the doctor shook his head. "Not entirely."

He handed them an old file. "Before she disappeared, she was known for working closely with one particular doctor."

Taif’s hands trembled as she flipped the page.

And then—she saw his name.

Her stomach dropped.

Diaa swore under his breath. "No way."

It was the same doctor who had attended Murooj’s birth.

The same doctor who had been at Zayn’s orphanage.

He had taken her son.

And given him away.

A Mother’s Wrath

Taif couldn’t stop shaking as they left the hospital.

All this time, she had trusted the system.

And all this time, it had stolen from her.

"We have to go to the police," she said.

Diaa was already dialing the number.

Within hours, a case was reopened. Arrests were made.

And the doctor—the man who had stolen her child—was found.

He was brought in for questioning.

And when faced with the truth…

He confessed.

Taif sat in the interrogation room, staring at him through the glass.

"Why?" she whispered.

The doctor scoffed. "Money."

Taif’s nails dug into her palms.

"My baby was just… a transaction to you?"

The doctor smirked. "That’s all any of them were."

The room spun.

Any of them?

Taif shot to her feet. "How many?" she demanded.

The officer beside her pressed forward. "Answer the question."

The doctor leaned back in his chair. "Dozens," he said. "Maybe more."

Taif felt like she was going to be sick.

She stormed out of the room before she did something she’d regret.

Diaa followed her, placing a steadying hand on her back.

"Taif," he murmured.

She turned to him, her breath shaky. "How many other mothers lost their children because of him?"

Diaa’s jaw tightened. "Too many."

Taif wiped angrily at her tears. "We can’t let this happen again."

Diaa nodded. "We won’t."

And they didn’t.

Within months, the case grew bigger. The entire child trafficking ring was exposed.

And the people responsible—including the doctor—were sentenced to prison.

A Homecoming

The day Taif brought Zayn home, she could hardly believe it was real.

Her son.

Her baby.

She tucked him into bed that night, brushing his hair back gently.

Zayn blinked up at her sleepily. "Mama?"

Taif’s heart swelled. "Yes, habibi?"

The little boy hesitated. Then, in a small voice, he asked,

"Am I really yours?"

Tears filled her eyes. "You’ve always been mine."

Zayn smiled, his tiny hand reaching for hers.

And as she held him close, Taif knew—

They had finally found their way back to each other.