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Confession : My life in the Islamic State (Part 2)
We arrived at a place and the brother who drove the car asked us to enter the house.
Suddenly I noticed something. My bag wasn’t with me. I just lost my suit case! I looked at Umm Yusuf and said in a panic tone repeatedly. My bag! My bag! But she couldn’t understand what I was telling her.
I entered the house with a broken heart. The house owner, Umm Ahmed welcomed us. I looked everyone was with their bag — except me. My heart began to curse myself for I was reminded million times to bring a bag pack, yet I was too stubborn!
Few minutes later, the sisters who were living in the house came and welcomed us. I looked at them - all were Arabs. I was the only non-Arab. I took a deep breath and whispered,
"Have mercy upon me O Allāh".
Umm Ahmed asked me to clean myself. I told her, No Bag. I took Umm Salah’s bag and repeated, “la” and pointed to the bag. Umm Ahmed understood and she handed me an abaya.
I waited for my turn. There were about 20 sisters. Even they were all Arab — I believed they came from different countries. My turn arrived and I entered the restroom.
"Oh snap!" My heart whispered. I don’t share restroom. I never used public restroom either. Yes. I was a spoiled girl and I don’t even let my siblings to use my personal restroom.
I changed my cloth but I couldn’t stop myself from shivering. Umm Zayd noticed that I wore only one piece of cloth, so she gave me her (thick) pyjamas and socks.
I was too tired. I prayed Fajr and waited for sun rise. Meanwhile waiting, I was introduced to our new room mates. Umm Umamah and her mother, from Tunisia. They prepared us bed and minutes later Umm Ahmed came and served us with some warm tea, breads, boiled-eggs and cheese. I had my drink and went to sleep.
"Shams, yalla ghada"
Umm Salah woke me up gently. I woke up — had my lunch and prayed Dhuhr. Later I joined the crowd and became a silent observer. Some of them asked me question and each time I gave them the same answer,
"Assefa, la arabi".
Only Umm Yusuf and Umm Zayd could understand me. Blessed that hands can speak a language that needs no voice.
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Days passed by, I became down. Even I have already adopted with the surroundings and began to have a better communication skills, my heart and mind were restless. My parents kept coming to my mind. I was very much worried — not knowing how they were doing.
That night, I took Umm Umamah’s winter coat and went to the roof. I looked at my family picture on my mobile and cried. The cold didn’t bothered me much as my heart was much in pain and agony. Few minutes later, I saw a light. Someone came up to the roof.
"Shams…. Weyn anti?" (Shams…. Where are you?)
I pointed my mobile light towards Umm Yusuf. She came and sat next to me. She spoke no words.
I looked at her and showed my family pictures. Introduced each and every of them. I do not know how to say it in arabic, so I told her,
"Ana uhibbuk mama wa baba. Ana ureed mama wa baba." (I love my mother and father. I need my mother and father).
She didn’t uttered a word. She hugged me and asked me to sleep.
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The next day I became even much worse. I was on my bed for the whole day and refused to eat. After dhuhr prayer, I slept and hoped — for a miracle to happen.
"Shams!"
Umm Zayd shook my body. I opened my eyes and saw everyone was sitting around me in a form of circle. I sat and asked,
"Maza?" (Why?)
Umm Ahmed handed me a blue card. I read and it’s written, TurkCell. I couldn’t lift my head. My tears were rolling. Sad, happy, ashamed — my emotions were mixed.
"Hallu Mama. Hallu Baba." Said Umm Ahmed.
"Baba taliphone…" Sang Umm Salah (It’s a nasheed for children, you can search it on youtube).
Everyone laughed. Umm Salah added,
"La akel la taliphone.." (If you don’t eat, you can’t call them)
I agreed. My heart was so much happy.
"Al Hamdulillah!" I repeated over and over again.
To be continued
Bird Of Jannah, Syria
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