Since “everything on earth is a philosophy… the lost is not comforted by those who lost,” so she understands why the words were drawn from a valley on the banks of your lips, but please, will you teach me. How to write a sigh?
Monitored by Dr. Abha Ba-Awaidan, writing stories, Ohood Abdullah.
The pillar of the soul, this is how I called my brother, for he dwells within my soul, and he who dwells through the soul is dear, why not!?… At the end of any matter, I let go of worries, resting on his shoulder like a little bird that was exhausted by long travel, and finally landed in its only resting place.
This is how it was a bond that does not tend, it never left me in need of a creature repeating: Raise your head and do not allow anyone to touch your pride, whether you are alive or dead, so my husband was always recalculating for the presence of my brother, so even the word that comes out of his lips is chosen, for fear of any offense that appears from him and seizes it my brother to catch it before it reaches me, declaring that I am a jewel that cannot be abused in any way.
The war did not leave us like others, for the war does not leave the young or the old, the woman or the elderly, except that it took away what was dearest to him and the most tender for him, so I chose from among my five brothers the best of them, and the closest to my heart, because war has a taste that is not easy at all. The main conflict, and when al-Qaeda attacked and took control of Mukalla, my condition and life turned into hell, so I was like a person who was preparing for a hug, and he received a slap, as the terrorists arrested my brother on charges of spying on the organization and broadcasting its news to a channel hostile to Islam and the organization. The decade of time passed, we do not know his fate or what land he is in, all ways to reach him were cut off except from some news that we do not realize the extent of its authenticity, some say that he was killed and others assert that he is still alive, but the bitter reality announces the disappearance of my brother from my life and he did not return He exists, and my husband, who used to work for my brother’s shadow a thousand accounts, has turned into a human monster who masterfully tortures, insults and humiliates me. Hey, more than once, and my tongue calls my brother and says, “Take me to you.” Everything is lonely, even walking without your hands is gloomy.
Despite my escape to them, they deal with me in a way that is inhumane and accepted by the brothers, as one of them killed the other. Was the presence of the pillar of the house all this effect?! In our reunion, my brothers were separated and the inheritance was distributed among them after the death of my father, and my inheritance was not given to me so that I could extricate myself and my daughters from the quagmire of an intransigent and harsh-hearted husband. My brothers told him: Go back with your husband, you have no one else but him, and do not return to us. On one occasion, I was overwhelmed and left the marital home and my daughters as well, and I went to my brothers’ house, taking refuge in my old mother, demanding that she protect me and include me under her wing, along with the children of my disappeared journalist nephew whom she takes care of after their mother left them. To us, and she went to marry another after I asked for a divorce from my brother, taking off her maternity dress through the court to hide him for five years at the time, but it was fate that one of the neighbors called me and informed me that my youngest daughter had an accident, and she was hit by a car, while she was in the hospital and in a serious condition, and I ran to her, and I stayed by her side until I got better, and realized that their father does not take care of them; That is why my daughter had an accident, and I decided to be patient with all the insults and humiliation for the sake of my daughters.
In all my pain, I used to hear the echo of my brother’s voice coming to me from the arms of terrorism. Stand up and keep going, for light will come, and God will not be satisfied with injustice, my dear brother.
My brothers threatened my mother, if she contacted me, they would deprive her of half of the pension that was handed over to her in order to spend it on the children of my disappeared brother. This rarely happens if my husband is outside the city, as he does not allow me to leave the house at all.
In a violent moment, in which my blood flowed from the various parts of my exhausted body, I left it and ran to the Women’s Protection Center, and told them what I went through, and I was trained, and I felt that I had confidence in myself after I became financially independent, as I opened my own project that I work in from house, come a sign,
And the produced goods are taken from me and marketed to me in exchange for a percentage of them, and my financial situation began to improve a little, and I began to help my mother in sponsoring the children of those who were forcibly absent from us, so that we would be a support for them as their father supported us before, and he was a help to us …
As for my husband, he is still abusing me, but I have become stronger, so that I can tell him: enough.
