Aliyah’s mother sat outside the small mud house, staring into space, thinking about that which she was about to do. In her arms was the small Waheed who was sucking away at his mother’s bosom, unaware of the things going on around him. At her feet, tugging at the big wrapper, was Aliyah herself, just a couple of years older than her baby brother. She looked down at tugging Aliyah, collected her wrapper from her and resumed her thinking.
The Creator moved back from the piece in front of HIM which HE was working on. It was small, cute, beautiful and divine in all of its form. Everything about it was pretty. It was, as the humans would call it, a bundle of joy. The Creator smiled to HIMSELF as a commendation on a job well done. HE had succeeded in creating that which would make another couple happy as well as make their bonds grow stronger. It was only a matter of nine months.
The next page Hagin opened after that was blank, except for a word and four numbers : “YEAR 1987” , written boldly in the middle in what was unmistakably, his father’s handwriting. Hagin shrugged and opened the next page. He smiled as if he had hit a jackpot. A long story awaited him. He relaxed more and started to read.
“Come here, Hagin. Drop that laptop right now and get over here”, screamed Gina, Hagin’s mum.
“But mum, I told you already. I’m busy over here”
“Busy chatting with your friends, right? Come over here and help me make dinner before your dad arrives”
“Gimme a minute, mum”
Gina was now fuming with anger. Hagin was only 15 years old and was proving troublesome, too troublesome for most kids she knew that were his age, and she probably knew only a couple 15-year-olds. They’ve been a happy family of three – she ; the wife, Kurt ; her husband and Hagin ; their son and only child. She’d been married to Kurt since he was 25 and she was 23, and all through their 16 years of marriage, they’ve been an happy couple. Hagin, on the other hand, though a fun and industrious boy, sometimes liked to get his mother angry. She even started to think he did it on purpose maybe just to spoof her. No one knows what’s really going on in that thick head-of-hair of his.
My first alarm went off. It was a Wednesday and I set my alarm for 12:00AM early morning. Anyone would be wondering what was wrong with me. Nothing much, only that the day happened to be my birthday. I wanted to be the first person to wish myself a genuine happy birthday before others came trooping in. That day, I set double alarms – one for 12 : 00 AM, which rang now, and the other for 5:30AM, my normal rising time.
“I killed Jim. I killed him. If not for me, he would still be alive. I caused his death”. Lola kept banging on the wall and screaming non-stop while two officers, Bale and Karl, who had just arrived to take a statement from her were trying to restrain her from hurting herself further.
Lola turned to Karl who maintained a firm grip on her wrist. “Do not let me off easy. Take me away. Lock me up or something. Please don’t leave me to bear this pain here”.
“Calm down Ms. Grey. We have to take your statement first”, replied the second officer