TW: violence, death
<< Part 3 >>
As I fled the restaurant, my mind was filled with disparaging disbelief. Fretting at the sheer betrayal that unravelled callously before me. My fiancée… was my mother’s killer? How could it be? I knew not to trust these militant men, nothing but evil murders fighting for a cause that doesn’t solve anything for anyone… solely creating more harm than good. Today, my point was finally proven.
As I continued my distressing walk home, I thought of Subeyda… What does she know about this?
The route that felt like 100 years and more was finally over and I reached home. I flung my bag towards the corner of my room and threw myself onto my bed.
As I laid there and put my palms up to the sky:
“Dear Lord, please give me a sign if this is the right thing to do. Should I get my revenge? Or run far away from this place and never look back.”
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A few hours later
The phone rings as Subeyda was leaving her family home.
“Hello?” Subeyda says as she places her phone between her head and shoulder, locking the door.
“It was me!” Samir frantically cries.
“I did it!”
“Did what?” Says Subeyda looking into the distance confused.
“I killed Amina’s mother!” As he bawls uncontrollably.
Subeyda stood silently at her door and let out a heavy sigh.
“I know.” She says.
“YOU KNOW? what?!” He says as he weeps further in disbelief.
“How could you, Subeyda?! Not a word this entire time?”
“Do you know why I stopped talking to Amina, Samir?” Confessed Subeyda.
“Amina’s tribe killed OUR mother. That day our uncles sent you to fight for the first time? It was out of spite. Our family chose you because her cousin did that to our mother.”
“My God, Subeyda. Please, talk to Amina. I don’t want to lose her for this. I can’t believe it.” Says Samir.
Subeyda let’s out a deep sigh, once again.
“Okay, I’ll speak to her… but it won’t end well.”
As it ushered to an end of a journey for Amina and her family. Her brothers and father came back from the school run. She urged them to go to the airport and catch a flight.
“We have to go dad. Here, take this money and the kids and leave.”
“What?” Says Amina’s father.
“To where, darling? How can I just leave everything and go?”
“It’s getting worse, Dad. We don’t have a choice.” Says Amina, trying to avoid the harsh truth.
As Amina calls for an old grey rusty taxi headed to the airport. The taxi driver chucks her dads yellow suitcase into the back. She watches her brothers rush into the car and her father slowly waving back and blowing fragile kisses.
It was a scorching hot day in Mogadishu. The sun burning into the worn out taxi as the blares from the car horns echo into the hectic street. The roads in central were more chaotic than usual, especially the lane towards the airport… it looks like everyone had one mission. To escape the place they once called home. Her father rolled down the shabby front seat window to le-
[EXPLOSION—]
A unison of cries and screams erupted from the entire street. The remains of car materials and bodies laid scattered along the street... documents and passports blew in the wind along with people’s clothes and pride possessions. Alas, none of that mattered anymore. As ashes turn to ashes, as did dust turn to dust.
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As Subeyda made her way to Amina’s house… she overheard the catastrophic news about her family.
She approached closer to her home, it wasn’t the right time but Subeyda only had one mission.
“Amina?!” Says Subeyda as she knocks on her front door
“Open the door it’s me! Subeyda.”
“Something happened and it’s serious!” Shouted Subeyda.
Amina flung open the front door. Already aware of what had already occurred.
“Amina?”
“Are you leaving already?!” Says Subeyda as Amina opens the creaky door and looks inside.
“Your brother is a cold blooded murderer and I will NEVER FORGIVE HIM!” Rages Amina.
“I know… and I’m sorry! But you’re tribe killed my mother?!”
“And you think the perfect time to now tell me this is when my entire family is dead?!”
Samir shouts from the distance as he runs closer.
“Amina! Please, my love. I am so sorry” He cries as he ran out of breath.
“I don’t want to speak to that scum.” Said Amina infuriated as she tries to slam the front door.
“Please Amina, we’re sorry. Give him another chance!” Subeyda begs.
As Amina watches them cry and beg for her reconciliation. Suddenly, something comes over her…
“Get up and get in!” As she orders them inside.
Subeyda and Samir stroll in, convinced she’s beginning to calm down and finally reason with them…
Amina silently enters her bedroom with the sounds of box’s being rearranged emitting from her space as Subeyda tries to diffuse the situation.
“Amina let’s just sit down and talk?” Says Subeyda as her and Samir look around, carefully entering the empty house.
Amina violently broke out her bedroom as she clutched an AK47. Aiming it at Subeyda’s head as she steps closer… they stood there startled in shock.
“I thought you were honest and that I could trust you. All along you had the worst intentions. I had a feeling about you, Subeyda.” Confesses Amina, as the vicious sight of vengeance in her eyes intensifies as she gets closer and closer.
“Now… I have to live with the bitter truth of betrayal and pain of losing my sweet mother, father and siblings… These were my tribes dirty secrets… you think one death of yours is justifiable for your tribe to kill the whole of mine? And oh, I know… trust me, I know your tribe just killed my dad and brothers… you decided to betray me and make it a personal affair.”
“Amina, please.” Pleads Subeyda as Amina pistol-whipped her on the edge of her skull.
“I’m sorry!”
Amina glared dead at Subeyda as she continued to tear up. She saw terror wage against Subeyda’s eyes but that wasn’t enough. She had a revengeful agenda to revel in.
She swiftly turned and aimed her gun onto her future husband.
Samir suddenly flinched as his eyes widened in sheer shock.
[GUNSHOTS—]
“Now look who truly has nobody anymore.” says Amina as Subeyda wept, throwing her rifle on the bloodstained floor.
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