‘Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem’
(In the name of Allah, the Most kind, The Most Merciful)
I just listened very curiously….
“He’s quite a friendly uncle….he had abit of an accent, like a british accent….he asked the secretary for me and when he walked in he looked abit familiar but I couldn’t place who he was at all…..I thought maybe we did business together in the stationery shop because he knew my father….”
Me:”so then?who is he?what did he come to talk about”
Ismail:”babes he knows me…..more than I’d expected him to know me…he told me when I was born…my exact date of birth…..(Throwing the pillow hard)….they lied to me baby…my whole life they lied to me….I will never forgive them,,they ruined me”
Me:”who babes?what are you talking about?who lied to you….?”
I just couldn’t understand what ismail was talking about….
Ismail:”those freaking dogs that abused me my entire life and took away every bit of my self esteem……they aren’t my parents fay….imraan is my father…..”
I couldn’t believe my ears…I couldn’t imagine what ismail was feeling…having being lied to your entire life and when you’re a father yourself, having to find out that your entire life was just a lie…..
I guess it would be different if they were good to him and treated him with extreme love and compassion…
But these people broke him, didn’t bring him up well and to think that they’re not even his own…
He was a trust unto them….and they didn’t fulfill their trust….the more I want to have good thoughts about them, the more I discover what evil and nasty people they really are….
And all this time I thought that I had it bad for not having parents, but here’s ismail who has 2 sets of parents and yet his entire life is totally screwed up….
Ismail:”apparently my mother and father were married very young…my mother fell pregnant soon after but they couldn’t afford me..they were extremely poor …they had no choice but to put me up for adoption..they didn’t want me to suffer..that wanted me to have better in my life and they couldn’t give me that….my ‘so called mother’ couldn’t have children again after rukaya..she had some medical issues and had a hysterectomy done after she gave birth to rukaya…apparently after a few years they desperately wanted a son, so they applied to adopt at the same time and I was given over to them….”
Me:”oh my word…..that’s why the big gap between you and rukaya!….it makes so much of sense…(Pause)..but why didn’t he come back earlier?to tell you atleast?why now….30 something years later?
Ismail:”because the *#@+ made him sign a contract with them….that I will live with them as their own son and my parents are never allowed to ever contact me or ever have anything to do with me again in their lives….they must forget that they ever had me….or else, they’ll have my father locked up…..”
Me:”oh my word….they are worse than I thought them to be….this is crazy…”
Ismail:”and now he came back, because my mothers not well…she’s on her last….or so the doctors say…and her wish is to find me and know if I’m okay..she wants to see me before she goes…”
Me:”baby..that is so sad…(I hug him)….so where are they now?”
Ismail:”they live in england….but he’s staying at a hotel in jhb for the time being….he came to find me”
Me:”and your..err…mother..is she still in london?who’s looking after her?”
Ismail:”umm….they had another son and daughter a few years later when they were financially stable, so they’re with her at the moment..looking after her…”
Me:”(smile) so you have a brother?and a sister?(Giggle)”
Me:”(serious)why don’t you tell imr…err…your father to come over…..?he can stay here babes..he doesn’t have to stay in a hotel…what must the poor man be eating and stuff…?”
Ismail:”I don’t know..its just abit much..its awkward…imagine finding out now?how can I face these rubbish’s?I hate them….they wrecked my life and abused me when I wasn’t even their own child…what must I do?what do you think?must I confront them about it?but what if they lock him up?or do something to him?”
Me:”there’s no such a thing…..they can’t….we’ll get someone involved and make sure they don’t…..its years ago..I’m sure they’ve got no proof of that stupid contract…”
Ismail:”I really don’t know how to handle this whole situation baby….how do I go about everything….”
Me:”give yourself some time to think things through…its just one big shock and something really new….should I speak to dada maybe?he’s wise and always knows what the right thing would be to do…..but for now…turn to Allah….make dua and read 2 extra rakaa’ahs of salaatul haajat(salaah in the time of need)…..and ask Allah to do what’s best inshallah”
This post was especially dedicated to puma girl for going the extra mile just to read every post of this blog…..jx sooo much…