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Mother the unconditional love

Mother the unconditional love

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Aisha was a senior heart surgeon of Sanjeevani hospital... she love her sister and her family a lot... things were good and they all were living a happy life... but suddenly the time changed... her bad time start... she lost her mother... and broke in million pieces... her sister Aasiya support her.. she told her to live for herself... in this world everyone have to leave one day so there is nothing to cry over Allah's decision... aisha understand the meaning of Aasiya's word's and start living her life again... things again start going easy... after a year when aisha was getting married she leave her wedding and head to hospital for an emergency operation to save two life... and her partner support her in that... she was happy that she is getting married to a person who understand her and support her... but she was not aware of what destiny have planned for her... by the time when aisha come out of the operation theatre she saw her own sister who was eight months pregnant lying on stretcher with pale face she was not breathing... she was dead... Aasiya was dead but the baby in her womb was alive... aisha operate Aasiya and give birth to aiza... here start her Aisha's journey as a mother... she give up on everything for this little life... but what about the baby's father? this book is based on real story... this is a full on emotions book... try it once and you will fall in love for it...

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