Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.
((Posted by Bianca Namori on July 16, 2010))
I still fumed as I stood in front of the secret door of my hostel and read the note in Arabic time and time again…
“Sorry to leave you so swiftly habibi but the money I made will keep me comfortable for times to come. Thank you so very, very much for your kindness. I can’t thank you enough! Actually…I think I’ve had enough…
Little girl…dear sweet little girl…my little monster. I am done with you…I’m sure you understand by now that I was just using you and your…special abilities with the knife to get the subjects needed to ensure Amanta is satisfied.
Poor thing. I’m sure your crying by now unless you snapped again and let that monster out. She scares me dear child! So that’s why I took the money saved up while you laid in your mess and made my way towards the east again.
I do hope you get over your problem though before everyone realizes what -you- have done. I left a sweet message for your uncle too, telling him about your little outburst and asking him to forgive my sudden departure as you had scared me off.
Pity I won’t be there to see the look on his face.
Well, my letter has ran to long and I feel you may think I care about you by doing so and I would hate to give you any false ideas, now would I?
Bye habibi…good luck with your problem and no worries, I won’t tell anyone about your crossed wires that Doctor Alahim found out when you got knocked senseless in Ireem. Quiet the body you have though. Wish mine would survive for as long as yours will, ageless and such.
Good luck…”
I took the note and crumpled it in my soggy palms making my way to the fire and tossing it in. Within my mind I imagined it was Iniko burning with the ashes that formed.
I hated her…like I never hated anyone before…I hated her for using me…I hated her for pretending there was hope for this problem I had developed in the desert…it was all in the desert…that’s where she took a hold of me…
I rolled over and felt sleep in front of the fire that was slowly dying…I looked out the window to see the sun still climbing upward. I felt my mind slip away and wondered if I would see the sun again…
I then didn’t care…
Papa…where are you? Did you adopt me…to leave me…with her?
