One Friday night, when everyone was getting ready to sleep, a huge knock was heard on the door. I was surprised, who could it be at this hour, I heard my Uncle murmur as he opened the door. Few minutes later, I started hearing voices from the sitting room. The voices were loud enough to bring down the roof. There was a different voice, it was a masculine voice and it belonged to the visitor.
The visitor kept shouting “My property, give it to me”.
What property was he talking about. I opened my door and tiptoed to the sitting room, I hid behind the door to see who it was. I saw the man who got everyone upset the other day, the man Aunt Baraqah said isn’t worth knowing, my grandparents were shouting at him.
Then I heard Grandpa say “how dare you, you killed my daughter and now you want the child. I should have sent you to jail”
That man was my Father, I was shocked. My mouth was wide open, for a minute, my mind went back to the story Aunt Baraqah told me about my mother and how my father treated her.
I wanted to go into the sitting room but I couldn’t, my grandparents won’t be happy to see me there.
“I will take my daughter back and that’s it, she’s mine”
“For 16yrs you never showed up, who do you think you are. You’re a murderer and an ingrate” Granny
“Call me whatever you like, she’s still my daughter and she need to be with her father and not live in this jump site” he said
“You’ve overstayed your welcome, you’re not welcomed here anyway so leave” Uncle
“I will leave but the next time I come, you better be prepared,am coming to take what’s mine” he said and left cursing.
I went back into my room tried to sleeping. Granny came over to check on me, the voices were loud enough to wake me up, but I pretended I was sleeping.
At dawn, I asked who and what was it that made such noise. I pretended not to know anything, Grandpa looked at me and said
“Your father came to take you” I wasn’t expecting him to say it, he probably felt I needed to know.
“He said he’s coming back” Granny added
I couldn’t say anything, I saw sadness in my grandparents eyes. They weren’t happy and my father was the cause of it.
“Hiqmat is old enough to make decisions on her own, she can decide whether to leave or not.” Uncle said.
I wasn’t happy, my father never asked about me till I was 16. After all he did to my mother, he still wants me. He talks rudely to my grandparents and shows no remorse for what he did. I wondered why Granny didn’t allow Grandpa send him to jail, my mother would have wanted him in jail. He was my father, but I started having negative feelings towards him. He wasn’t a good man before and after I was born. He probably hasn’t changed I thought and I haven’t spoken to him before.
My cousin, Maryam, came home for her semester break. She told me a lot of things about school trying to prepare me for the university struggle. I talked to her about the situation at hand
“Maryam,what will you do if he was your father” I asked her
“I will do what’s best and what’s right”
“Be grateful to those who nurtured me and never forget the one person behind ny mother’s death”
“But it’s good to forgive”
“Yes,but don’t loose your self when doing that. Remember people aren’t always who they seem”
“Are you saying I shouldn’t give him a chance”
“Don’t even dare, you can forgive him. He’s your father and human but don’t deny our grandparents what’s theirs”
“You, you are your mother only property. Apply wisdom Hiqmat, that’s the meaning of your name.
“I really don’t know what to do”
“Hiqmat, look within you, you’ll find answers but whatever you do remember your family” she concluded.
“Do you think I should talk to him first, probably hear his own side of the story”
“Hiqmat, what else do you want to hear, he did all they said he did. If he wasn’t guilty, why didn’t he come around all these years” she paused “There’s nothing to the story again, please don’t get yourself hurt” she added
“Don’t be, think before you do anything but always remember our grandparents”
Everything Maryam said was true, she was right. I shouldn’t loose my self when I forgive him. I was ready to meet my father and talk to him, but I am not going anywhere with him.
…To be continued.