I'm gonna stare at her, go speechless, feel the blood drain from my face, feel my heart pounding like crazy, feel the walls of the room spinning around me, feel as if the ground has been slipped away from beneath my feet. And while all of these nauseatingsensations are taking place......I'm gonna look at my daughter.....and WAIT for her to HOPEFULLY say something along the lines of , "Just kidding, Mom," or "Hahahah, I fooled you Mommy!" or "Psych!!!!!!" or "Man, mom you are so gullible" or "You think that would be a good line for my future comedian routine?" or "Gotch-ya" or "I'm joking Mom, u shoulda seen yourself."
And if she fails to say any of the above responses....I'm gonna freak out. And when and IF i manage to pull myself together, I'm going to ask her to explain everything to me, confirm that she is indeed 100% pregnant, ask her what her future plans are, consider the best and Islamically appropriate actions, and discuss the seriousness of the mess she's got herself in.
Right now, I'm not married or engaged. But i've always wanted a daugther, and if I ever have one, I hope I never have to hear anything like that.