It was the end of my fifth grade, when my father came to tell me that his friend wants to see me. I thought that his friend just wanted to say hello and maybe play with me! But suddenly I found my mother giving him my bag and telling me "You will live with him from now on. Try to be a good wife!" I didn't understand what she meant by "Good Wife!”, how could a nine year old girl be a good wife! How could I be a wife to a man, age of my grandpa! I kept crying but then he told me "we will play when we reach our home! so don't cry." I felt he was a good man, but when we reached his house, the game he began to play with me inthe bed room was awkward and odious. After few months, I stopped being shocked with his awkward game. I even stopped crying, but I also forgot how to smile! A year has passed, and I'm still suffering and feel that I'm dying every day. One day I couldn't bear the dire pain I have been experiencing since he began the game, a year ago. He was kind enough to take me to a small poor clinic near to my parent’s house. When the doctor saw me she thought that I was his daughter, however, he didn't correct her. But when she examined me, she realized the ugly truth. She shouted at him saying "How could you do such a thing to her, she is just a little child." He rudely said "It is not your business; just tell me what is wrong with her?" She said angrily "She is having serious abnormalities in the uterus." He said carelessly "So is she going to die? Cause I bought her with a lot of money!” The doctor couldn't stand this conversation, so she opened the door and shouted at the man "Get out!” He said "I've paid money to this despicable clinic not to be dismissed!" She went out to the secretary and took the money from her and gave him back his money then she said "Go to hell" she looked at me with sorrow and said "God help you dear." He indeed helped me, as I've decided to escape and go to that doctor. I seized the opportunity when he was sleeping to escape. I went to that clinic; I found the doctor was just leaving. But when she saw me she ran towards me asking if I am feeling worse. I just said "I don't have a place to stay for the night." She took me to her place. Although she was working in that poor clinic, I found that she was not poor at all; she had a big house with lots of rooms. Her husband was very kind and generous. I told them my story. Then she told me "I have no kids Adriana, so from now on you will be my daughter." She changed my name to be "Selena" and she managed to get official papers for the new me. She told everyone that I was the daughter of her friend who died in a car accident abroad and she is my guardian. She took good care of me, after few months my health became very well. I went back to school. I had my normal life back.
Few years passed and I never thought about my parents or even my sisters and brothers. But one day, while I was shopping, I heard a male voice booming out my old name. I didn't look back, but he grabbed my hands and said "Adriana!" I slapped him and said fearfully "No, are you crazy." It was my elder brother. I left him, whispering "I'm not sure that it's her, how could somebody look like another one like that."
The following day I found my father standing in the garden and my new mom (the doctor) talking with him. I ran to her to see what was happening. I found out that my brother followed me last night, and that is how he came to know that I was living at the doctor's place, who my husband told them was the doctor that shouted at him the night before I escaped, and that she left the clinic and changed her address just after I fled. So my father and my brother became sure that this was me. So they came just to bargain with the doctor. They wanted to take some money from her every month in order to keep it a secret and not to tell my husband about my place. Unfortunately, she gave them the money. She kept sending them money every month. Many years passed and I was engaged, I totally forgot that I didn't hadn’t gotten a divorce! Before my wedding my husband showed up. He told my fiancée who he was. I couldn't bear seeing my fiancée giving me back his ring and leaving, so I took my mom's husband’s gun and shot my husband. Then I put an end to my life too. I heard my mother shouting at her husband "Why do you still have that gun!" he said "I just put two bullets to shoot them in the air during the wedding!" she looked at me and kept saying "Stay with me please, don't close your eyes..." I closed my eyes with the last teardrop I saw from my mother that was felt on my white veil.
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Shereen Nabil Nagib Ramadan
Egypt-Cairo
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