Saturday, August 30, 2008

Beautiful nightmare part 4


No-one moved except Sam. At the order, he was into the house within two seconds from mum finishing her sentence. They worked well together, he knew. Besides, this was the best tactic she could give and he wasn’t going to complain. Any delay, and something seriously might damage tonight. After he would marry Lana, then he didn’t care about anything, then it would be too late for the truth to matter. Julia was so afraid from her mum’s reaction she choked with fear. What had she just done? Julia couldn’t believe mum would completely ignore something so very important and decide to begin this wedding so fast. Lana had to know whatever was going on before the wedding!’’ Mum! This can’t be; we have to hear what Reem wants to say... Lana must know too!’’. Mum turned calmly to face julia but her words were in attacking mode. ‘’ hear who did you say?’’, Then she turned to Reem, ’’This …this’’. She stopped and breathed out her word; as if her head had searched for all cruel words in the dictionary, yet still could not find a suitable word to call Reem, so she decided a cold breath would be the most suitable. Reem’s skin turned to ice with cold pain but she remained quiet. Reem knew mum would not listen to anything she was going to say, why would she ever, if she was the one that started this mess in the first place. It was Julia who would listen or else… this wedding was going to take place. Julia was boiling with outrage at mum’s decision; mum knew Julia was a mistake she could not afford therefore, this was no time for her to understand anything and it was only time for her to hate Reem more. ‘’ Julia, Reem is a lying, terrible person with no heart, you saw what she did with your sisters…’’ then she stopped. Mum hated Ahmed and would never in a million years call him Lana’s fiancĂ©, Lana’s husband to be, Lana’s lover or Lana’anything. So mum changed her sentence midway and continued.’’ You know what she did with Ahmed, all she wants to do is ruin your sisters life and once is not enough for her’’. Mum’s words continued. ‘’ so not only does she decide to make sure Lana doesn’t marry this Ahmed, she also makes sure she doesn’t marry Sam. Mum left some silence drag in the air. Reem began to cry. Julia felt anger from what Reem had done but she also felt angry about how cruel mum was. Why didn’t mum care that Reem might be here to help and that Mum was being unfair. Something in Reem had made her believable to Julia. Something about Reem herself … she looked like the old Reem, the one with feelings and love towards Lana. Then there was certainly oddness about why Sam would offer money or had offered Reem money. He was involved in something, shouldn’t they know! ‘’mum I heard Sam say he paid her money to do something!’’, ‘’ exactly my point Julia, this girl is nothing but low, she must have asked him money because she is nothing but cheap and Sam is kind and then tried to fix up a lame trick to make us believe her as usual, to ruin Lana’s life…as usual.’’. Like a wave rising high, they all heard it; the cheers and encouraging shouts voluming up from inside the house. Louder and louder they increased. For mum, she smiled raising her head to the house, Julia stared at the house as if it was the first time she ever saw it; suddenly she couldn’t recognize anything of it, it felt like one huge nightmare house to her now, and Reem… Reem felt like she was so and too helpless although she was the only one that held information that was extremely necessary. But either way, mum and Sam’s plan had worked. The cheers increased and the DJ had begun the wedding song. Lana and Sam were walking down the stairs. They were getting married.

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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -