The call of my name was going to be the end of me ,as understanding people emotions was not the tradition of my family "am coming" I screamed in complete irritation " this is not the first time" ... I lamented," why does it have to be in this manner always?" I said under my breath I moved the blanket exposing my naked thigh, another call was not something I needed so I tried to grab a cloth to cover up my thigh , I didn't want to become the topic of the day as usual, I walked angrily to the sitting room with a little frown on my face.
Where you deaf was the first sound that greated me , it was from the middle aged woman ,laila,laila was my mum who never stopped telling me of how hard she was working to make sure i didn't end up like her, we weren't good in communication,she was educated but she didn't have a good life she grew up with those who never wanted her success, she gave up sooner than she thought she would, it was in high school where she was accused of having an affair with a family friend , she couldn't take it any more , the only way to escape all this was marriage she thought, it was the perfect opportunity, on the other hand she had suitors who were willing to take care of her,after all she was a beauty , my mum decided that she was going to get married to him, of all of them he seemed responsible though he didn't have a job ,that didn't shame his good qualities to her .ohhh.... I almost forgot he had a name , Aman was the man my mum choose he was my dad he made her feel he could lay down his life for her, it was soon going to be another part of her story .her house hold prepared for her wedding with all joy , as if they were her well wisher the whole ceremony went well , and the next page of her story began .
He was nice and caring , he had all the good quality every woman wanted in a man , they weren't living in the best ,but had enough for daily meal. They were also assisted by friends, they were still both in college ,a year later they graduated,their lives were still looking perfect,soon things began to fall apart,my mum realized he didn't have big dreams he wanted a simple life which seemed normal until I was born, his earnings weren't just enough... my mum got a job as a teacher which he declined saying that he could provide for us, she agreed after my dad said she didn't trust him enough, thing got worse... she didn't need to be told anymore,she knew she had to get a job ,but she had to get a job that she could manage within the time he wasn't around I meant my father , she got a job at a restaurant the job seemed sufficient for us .her job routine continued until one faithful evening it felt like it was going to rain , she hurried with her work so she could get home on time, soon a car arrived at the restaurant, I would admit the car was beautiful even if I never saw it my mum's description told me everything ,tho our conversations were never great,but she had to tell me all this so I don't make her mistake. The car parked at the parking lot by the restaurant, the man on the driver sit came down from the car, heading to the passenger sit, a lady with all graciousness walked out, she looked really expensive they walked towards the door of the restaurant .as soon as they entered, the world around her stoped ,it was as if she couldn't catch her breath any more ,some one needed to tell her it was a dream ," no he can't be the one "she said softly ,a mini sob escaping her lips, she wanted to scream, at the same time she felt nausea, the world spinned and paused at the man standing before her she felt a sting in her right eye , "he can't " she said again. It was her husband my father the man who every woman dreamt of .