Look whos back...

Chapter 3

Arylan was back in school, a step she decided to take after being realized, homeschooling wasn't her style, it got her mind off her constant battle against her memory.

most of her time was spent at school studying as she caught up with a soon worth of work…and trials examination due in months, she was more school focused.

Grandmother tended to her as much as she could, constantly having her checked up making sure that she had her medication when the time came.

“ Tim, what if the child really remembers what happened to her. How do I explain myself?” grandmother asked switching the cattle off.

“ Biel, you can not control things like that it's up to Allah.”

Grandmother was left to raise Arylans father on her own. Her husband Abdullah was always in and out of the house, till he completely disappeared. It’s been 20 years now. Arylan had her father snatched from her at a young age, but the Lord blessed her with memory loss so she did not have to deal with the pain or trauma. Grandmother saw it as a blessing in disguise… for 7 years she carried the pain of her lost loved one…

It was difficult to endure the pain as a parent and, only one, who has gone through something similar will understand. Grandmother stayed strong for what’s left of her crumbling family… Arylan as her only hope and light. Arylan’s eighteenth birthday will be celebrated in a week. Uncle Tim would normally take her and Eric out camping near a farm…but for now, school is what she needed to give a 100% to.

A lot has happened over the years, Arylan wished and prayed year after year for her parents to come back or at least give her an explanation. She missed her mother the most, she had difficulty opening up to her grandmother over the years in concern for her health. She cried alone at times, she had no picture, no monument, not even a memory of them… maybe that's what hurt her the most about being abandoned. The fact that she had nothing to remember them by. It was terrible. Grandmother on the other hand who lived in constant fear that her baby would have to face the trauma sooner or later.

One afternoon as she sat knitting a scarf at home she heard a knock on the door

ignoring it a few times as she knew a few of the people around, but the knocking would not go away.

“jee, relax I’m coming… don’t break my door now,” she said opening the door, she dropped everything turning pale at the sight of the man who was said to be dead for years. She began to shiver and took a few steps back.

“ it’s me, dully…” he said walking in. “ we need to talk.”

She quickly pushed him out and locked the door, he was a stain in her past, he was the one person she would never forgive. He was Abdullah, her husband, her childhood sweetheart, the father of her dead child, and most disturbingly the grandfather of her only hope. She feared him, hated him, and sadly waited years for him to return. He abounded her and their child, he left for years… he killed millions, disabled zillions… and sadly that was the man she married and failed to divorce when the need arose.

Grandmother had to change her name and move to another city to avoid this very man standing on the outside of her house.

He knocked and knocked and refused to go away, it was Arylans 18th birthday tomorrow… why would he come back of all days. She grabbed her bag and dragged him over to Tim’s place.

“ don’t say a word until I tell you to.”

They walked in and all sat down, silent for almost an hour.

“ so you telling me that I’m looking at the Abdullah, the guy I use to ride on a BMX bike with? “

“ in the flesh Tim, he has no shame whatsoever… he knows what he did to his family yet he has the courage and the audacity to show up in front of my door! Now imagine if Arylan came home?”

“ I didn’t mean to inconvenience you,” he said, “ I just wanted to apologize and explain myself.”

“ why on this very earth, this very Dayna would I Ayesha Biel allow you Abdullah carrim to do that!” she said furiously standing up.

It was the first time in years that grandmother Biel lost her temper, she was fuming.

“ calm down, we not young anymore… do you want to get a heart attack? ”uncle Tim asked handing her a bottle of water.

She did not speak after that and left the house.

Tim was left to listen to Abdullah on his own.

“ she might not want to know but I would, now… start from the part where Haxel was only 10...”

“ I don’t owe you of all people an explanation, especially if you were the reason behind what I did.”

“now, now. dully, you were the one who killed your son not me, you were the one who took the blood of Mariam and Justin… don’t go shifting the blame.”

He grabbed Tim by the collar and shoved him onto the ground. “ if there’s one person I regret not killing it's you…”

He then left the house with a cigarette between his lips. Tim laughed watching him shove the door closed behind him, he found it funny that even after all these years he had so much confidence.

Abdullah laid low for a while and would try to urge grandmother to hear his story but she constantly refused until…

“if you open up I’ll tell you about Haxels wife and the kid.”

she opened the door and stared at him googled eyed. “ and how would you know?”

“ I know, because Ummm they came to see me a while ago.”

“I’m listening, you have only 5 minutes.”

“ 5 is enough,” he took a deep breath in a begun to speak…. The things that were told were inhuman, something an ear would shribble for. Grandmother teared up and pushed him away when he tried comforting her.

“ why, would you do that!” she shoved him again,

“to our only child? To my only child… and our friends… what have they done so wrong to you? Who gave you the authority to do such a thing.”

Arylan arrived home with a few buns. She stopped in front of the door where she found her crying grandmother with a tall white-headed Stanger.

She stormed in front of the man and pushed her grandmother to the side, “ what are you doing to her? Who are you?”

Grandmother pulled her by the arm and told her to go to her room. She tried fighting her grandmother but grandmother forced her to leave.

“ was that Haxels child?”

“ does it matter, do you want to kill her as well?”

“ I’m just asking, she has the same birthmark on her hand… and her eyes are like his… grey.”

“Please don’t talk about my son… you were never a father to him. “

“Dear... You... You can’t say that.”

“why not? I’ve always spoken the truth… but y..you lied your way into my heart. Please go back to where you come from and never come back. Ever.”

She closed the door and rushed to her room. She picked up an album and flipped through it, crying for a while in realization that she would never have the family she yearned for…for as long as Abdullah carrim lived.

As for uncle Tim, he knows that he will never win the heart of… Biel. For as long as they lived in this lifetime, he would remain her secret admirer and she will continue to make mistakes beside Abdullah, but that never stopped him from protecting her from afar, so as his done for as long as he can remember.