It had been five months since you started medical college You were the new girl among the crowd, hiding your anxiety behind a calm smile, trying to adapt to a strange city and a hectic life.

You made a few friends, started recognizing some faces—one of them was "Saif", a classmate. There wasn’t much between you—just a few words in the hallway, maybe a fleeting smile when your eyes met by chance.

One day, you left the college under a scorching sun, the heat burning your face, the ground almost melting beneath your feet. You saw him approach, park his motorcycle, and take off his helmet. Then he said lightly:

You look like you're about to melt… Want a ride?

You hesitated, then silently agreed. You climbed on behind him, the wind grew stronger, but the heat was unbearable.

Halfway down the road, he suddenly pulled over near a large dumpster on the sidewalk. Mumbling as he stepped off:

Looks like something's stuck in the engine

He knelt to inspect his bike, while you stood beside him, wiping sweat from your brow. Suddenly... You heard something.

Crying. Faint, distant… as if begging the air to let someone hear.

You turned sharply, hearing the sound coming from behind the dumpster. You whispered in concern:

Saif… there's a baby crying!

The two of you followed the sound. Behind the dumpster, among black garbage bags, there was one bag moving.

Saif ripped it open with his hands… and suddenly, you gasped.

A baby girl. Wrapped in a torn cloth, her face dirty, screaming in silence.

You reached for her and pulled her to your chest. Your heart nearly broke at the sight. Saif quickly said:

We’re taking her to the hospital, now!

You both rushed off again, you clutching her to your chest as if she were a piece of your soul.

At the hospital, you entered the emergency room. The doctors examined her quickly, then reassured you:

She’s okay… but clearly very hungry

They brought bottle after bottle of milk… but she refused them all. Pushed them away with her tiny tongue, crying and gasping as if air wasn’t enough.

She was in your arms, writhing, her cries piercing your heart.

At that moment, Saif’s phone rang. He looked at the screen and said:

I need to take this call… I’ll be outside

He left the room quietly, leaving the door slightly ajar. You were alone… You and the baby.

She looked at you, pleading. Her face pale, eyes full of tears. And within you… something rose, something you'd never felt before.

Without thinking, with trembling hands, you held her to your chest and began to nurse her.

She gradually stopped crying… Her lips latched on as if you were her whole world, Her body calmed, her breathing returned to normal.

Suddenly… The door creaked open.

Saif had returned, pushing the door gently…

But before he stepped in, you heard the handle move and quickly raised your voice, softly but firmly:

Don’t come in… I’m nursing her

He froze behind the door. Everything stopped.

A heavy silence followed, even his breath vanished. He said nothing… But you could feel his shock like electricity through the wall.

He stood there, not daring to move. And you… you only saw the baby. She had fallen asleep on your chest, peaceful, as if she had found the world she’d lost.

Minutes later, you stepped out of the room, carrying her asleep in your arms, your face calm. Saif stood in the hallway, his eyes on you, astonishment still written across his face.

He whispered:

You… you really did that? You nursed her?

You nodded gently:

I had no choice. She would’ve died of hunger

He paused for a moment, then looked at the baby and said:

Thank you… for not hesitating

In the days that followed, bureaucracy became a nightmare. Orphanage after orphanage, rejection after rejection…

An unknown baby? No, we can’t take her

One day, after another rejection call, you turned to Saif with teary eyes and said:

I can’t leave her. I’ll raise her myself

And Saif, with his deep calm voice, looked at you for a long moment, then said:

Then I’ll raise her with you