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This is dedicated to Emily
Rest in peace sleeping angel
My first memory of Emily was when I was a little boy. I remember we found a baby kitten outside and it was the most weakest and sick little kitten you could imagine. She helped my mother and i nurse the little kitten back to health. Thats my first memory of Emily. Even though she was in my life was before that.
I remember her as my aunt. She always was the kindest and the most gracious. It pains me writing this more than anything i have written on these blogs. And as you would imagine for good reason. Let me take you back to a time when i was much younger, when the world was much more innocent and more importantly, a time when Emily was alive.
When i was a baby my mother and father brought me to the middle east to live. It was in a warm and small island by the name of Bahrain, that we would live with my grandfather Ebrahim. Emily worked as a house maid for my grandfather. I have one picture and only one, of her holding me in a swimming pool. She had this huge smile on her face and in essence that smile represented who Emily was.
She soon got herself involved with my grandfathers younger brother. He was much older but the two of them did their thing and even against the advice of my grandfather. My grandfather told her one day that it was a mistake to stay and to be with his brother and that she would have a much better life back home. Its advice that would have saved her life no doubt.
So as fate would have it, my grandfather sent her back to her home. My grandfather had her blacklisted so never again could she return. In love, young and very niave, she went with her heart. My uncle had her name changed and brought her back to the middle east. She converted from a Christian to a Muslim. I know she was proud to be a Muslim. Yet I always wonder if thats something she really wanted.
Together they moved from the small and semi liberal island of Bahrain, to the very strict country of Saudi Arabia. My home land. It was there that she would give birth to a very beautiful little girl by the name of Fatima. Then the nightmare slowly began for her.
I do not know where to begin. I was not there. I also do not know where to end. So many feelings and emotions lay heavy still. I will give it a shot.
They moved into a house that is suppose to be haunted. It was actually my fathers childhood home. The house owned by our family, lay empty for many years. My uncle decided to move in there and divide the empty, spooky house into half. This is where it gets weird.
You see my father and his family moved out of that house for a reason. Many weird things happened there. Our family moved from Bahrain to Saudi and my mom and Emily became very close. Emily had lost her second child, a baby boy who only lived life for a year. This effected Emily deeply. Yet she had her third child. Another beautiful daughter. It still did not fill the hole in Emily's life. I remember going to visit her with my mom and sitting on the floor, listening to their conversations. My mother had given Emily a bed for Christmas and Emily would lay there confessing her fears to my mother. She told of the noises from the other side of the wall. She spoke of strange noises, crys and people talking loud. She also spoke of women wailing and the stranger that would come down the stairs at night from the roof. I still get shivers down my spine. I can still hear you Emily telling my mother how scared you were. What happens next is up to you to swallow or spit out
My mother and I one day went to Emily's house to take her and the baby for a checkup. Everything was fine until she came out of the hospital room. She had no idea who I was. She had no idea who her daughter was. She was mentally effected from the loss of her son and from the unknown events that were now becoming routine in the old house.
I remember sitting in the car in the back seat with Emily on the way home. Silent and so was she. Glancing out of the corner of my eye, a young boy staring at a broken woman. Where did Emily go? Where did that woman holding me in the swimming pool go? That huge smile had been sliced into the saddest face. Looking in her eyes she was a defeated woman. Who would have ever thought she would end up here. I bowed my head and the drive home would be a silent one.
It was a dark and cold day. I remember sitting in my room playing a video game as a child and having the housemaid run in crying. " Mariam is dead! Mariam is dead!"
I laughed it off and continued playing. She vanished. I slowly hear the crys coming from down stairs. I stood up and walked out of my room, slowly dropping the remote. The crys grew louder as the two housemaids were in tears. She was dead.
I quickly called my mother and was informed that Emily had died. Before she died she went to her childrens room and kissed them goodbye. Her friend was baffled at this. She told Emily to lay down on the bed but Emily replied, " I don't want to die on Susies bed."
She walked over to the couch, sat down and a few seconds later she was gone. They claimed she died of an asthma attack. I really do not believe it still. I wish she would have stayed back home. She would have married a nice man and lived a much better life.
The house still stands. Her girls still live there. My uncle quickly married her friend right after she died. He never loved her and I believe she was robbed of a wonderful life. I wish i could go back in time and do something. Say something. I was much too young. They say sometimes we are but stand ins in someone else's life. I am blessed to have been one in your's Emily.
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Posted by adamatrood on 2008-05-19 21:04:01 | Rating: | Views: 26
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