Sameera and the Forbidden Fruit (IV)

A continuation

That night was the first time Sameera’s father laid a hand on her. And since she was grouchy that day because of the start of her period, she preferred not to reply to his threatening words, so that she won’t say something that she’d regret later. She just went straight to her bedroom, while her father continued his yelling at her and everything that came his way. When she was about two meters away from him, he dashed closer to her and slapped her on the face with such a strength that made her left ear ring all night. He also kicked her several times, in different places of her body until the mother came between them begging “ for God’s sake take refuge in Him from Satan the outcast”, but the father who was drawn by his anger, kicked anything that came his way, including the mother and little Alia; Sameera’s little sister.
Inside her room; Sameera hugged her pillow in despair, and cried her eyes out, not wanting to hear the noise outside. And at the same time, her heart went out to her mother and sister, but she did not dare open the door, in hope that this would ease the tension when she temporarily stayed out of the way.
Sameera’s father then left the house to the mosque and the mother came knocking at her door carrying a tray with food. When Sameera opened, the poor mother whose eyes were puffed by now, placed the tray on the floor, and sat beside her daughter’s bed when Sameera refused to touch her food. And after few moments of persuasion, the mother took out a box of empty birth control pills asking Sameera “ can you tell me what is this?” And after few moments of hesitation, Sameera found her tongue and said, “it’s birth control Pills”, but seeing the disappointment in her mother’s eyes, she promptly added “ the doctor prescribed them to regulate my period”. And as soon as she finished her sentence, she noticed how the muscles relaxed in her mother’s face while she uttered words blaming herself “ it’s all my fault, my nagging drove your dad insane tonight”. But instead of feeling better, Sameera felt even more disgusted with herself, when one lie led to another.
Next morning, Sameera felt so exhausted and did not feel like accomplishing any job at her office. But luckily, she did not have much to do. It seemed like everyone was as grouchy as she was, and no one wanted to work in Ramadan. And when Tahani came online, Sameera was delighted to chat with her friend. She needed someone to talk to, and Foziya was nowhere to be reached.
On the messenger, Sameera told her friend about her situation, not missing to announce her disgust at herself for creating lies that got worse with time. But to her surprise Tahani said, ” lying is not sinfulness, as a matter of fact, sometimes it’s necessary, it all depends on the situation”, and she added, “ for example, if I were in trouble and you had to lie to save my neck, would you do it? Or would you tell the truth and have me killed?”, and here Sameera started having a shift in her perception as she replied, “ of course I’d lie, some things have more priority than other things”. And here Tahani wrote triumphantly “then shut the F#&! Up”.
Sameera, who felt much better now, started thinking all day of what Tahani had said, and what she herself replied. There were things in her life that had priorities, and she was not going to ruin them by giving in to less important things. She knew that she was doing the right thing, and that it was not time to tell the family the truth, because they simply would not understand. It was not as if she’d continue this course of action; someday, when the time is right, she promised herself, she will tell her parents the truth. But until then, she had to be more careful, at least for her family’s sake. She also decided to get closer to her mother without letting that affect her relationship to Alberto. As for her father, she was too shocked to even think of what became of him. Religion was supposed to make a better person of one and not create a monster, at least that was what she learned while growing up. She knew that her father’s intention was to provide the best for her, yet, she was convinced that whatever he thinks is right, is not necessarily so, and that was the whole issue at hand. She also realized that all her life she was playing the role of a victim, and it was time for her to change; she had to be the one in control of her life, and not anyone else.
Half way through Ramadan, her mother came to Sameera with her version of great news “your dad’s cousin Bu Mansour is coming to see us tonight, he hinted to your father that he’s interested in you” she mouthed the surprise excitedly. “Bu Mansour is as old as my father, and he’s married with six kids” Sameera said objectively. “You’re not in your twenties Sameera, and this is your only chance to get married, and besides, his wife is sick and she can’t perform her marital duties” her mother reassured. And after a huge debate between the two, Sameera agreed to what seemed like the parent’s plot to marry her off, on one condition.
Sameera knew that Islam forbids the marriage of the second wife without the first wife’s consonance, as per some interpretations. And she plotted to use that to her advantage despite her mother’s objection. Sameera did not want any of this for sure, but she knew that the only way for her to get out of this dilemma was to communicate with her mother in a language she understood. And of course the poor wife did not know about her husband’s plans, and Bu Mansour wasn’t going to let her into this, and so he didn’t accept her condition, which was a more reason for the mother to loose all hope.

To be continued

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jewaira
    Jul 09, 2007 @ 11:15:26

    “She also realized that all her life she was playing the role of a victim, and it was time for her to change; she had to be the one in control of her life, and not anyone else”

    Very good attitude and realization


  2. shosho
    Jul 09, 2007 @ 15:03:06

    I think its “tray of food” and not “try of food” 😉

    And I loved one of your remarks:
    “Religion was supposed to make a better person of one and not create a monster” -> This tells volumes of today’s mode of piety, people don’t resort to religion to become better people but to control others and tyrannize them.


  3. AyyA
    Jul 09, 2007 @ 23:30:52

    Lady J
    The turtle in the Far-Eastern cultures represents a spiritual symbol that should provoke rational thinking. The turtle can come out of its shell and look at it from the outside. And this is how humans should deal with problems in their belief; one should take one’s mind out of the situation, and try to look at it as an outsider to be able to deal with it rationally. And I think at times we all need a friend like Tahani to hit us on the head and take us outside of our shells.


  4. AyyA
    Jul 09, 2007 @ 23:31:37

    Shoshowa 7abeebti
    LOL, I made the same mistake twice, thanks sweetheart for proofreading. :*
    As for the point you raised, I believe the main problem is that the new generation keeps advancing in their mentalities as a natural process of development, while the old kept their education to the level of an illiterate khateeb of the mosque. This created a huge gap between the two generations, and eventually created a misunderstanding that in extreme cases led to what we call honor crimes.


  5. AyyA
    Jul 09, 2007 @ 23:43:39

    And btw guys; all the events which are mentioned in this story are real, but not necessarily happened to Sameera.


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