I... Sharon... The Nanny... *3*

"Suleiman this is not a joke!... Roo7 nadlee obok!"

"Mama! Bas! Baba ra7 3ind Allah"

"latgool chithe! Baba bara roo7 nadlee iya"

"intay ro7ai nadeee! Golela 5al yirja3! Abe akalmaa! Abe asolif wiya!"
first time in his life he had raised his voice, let alone at his mother.

She furiously got up and pulled Suleiman with her. She was weak but just for Mr. Rakan she was stronger.

"inta mat3ale 9otik 3ala omik sima3t! Oo foug hatha itchathib! Ana shino ily rabaitk 3alai?" she held his hand aggressively, he was hurt physically and emotionally but still he didn't shed a single tear.

As soon as they got out of the room; Mr. Fahad motioned for me to follow them. I left the quite room and headed to the corridor where her screams filled the empty space.

"Rakaaan... Rakan 7abebe gi3dt.. Ta3al shoof wildik i3alee 9ota"she stopped screaming and looked down at her brother sitting on the chair. "a7mad shfeek tabche?...
Mo gitlik itnadee rayle?"

"ee giltay" he replied in a sad voice

"3ayal?!"

"ra7 ya haya ra7"

She did something no one expected her to do.

She slapped him. "chub! Latfawil 3ala rayle!" her grip became stronger. She pulled her son with her. "Dr. wain Rakan Sulaiman Al X"

"intee meen ya madame? 3afwan 3an il so2al"

"ana murta"

"tfa'6ale ya madame" she entered furiously didn't hear what he said after that, she pulled Suleiman with her. He closed his eyes. She didn't read the label on the room.

I waited outside. The dr had said, "ilba2iya ib 3omrik"


All of a sudden, "aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh..... Rakaaaan... Raakaaaaan... Smila 3alaik 7abebe its ok.. Its ok baby.. You will heal 7abebe yalla two weeks max oo ni6la3 min il mustashfa.... Yalla 7ayati mita tgoom"

I entered after that.

"yalla rakaan" she moved him attempting to wake him up.
as soon as Suleiman felt the door opening he came running to me. "rakaaaaan" she hit his semi-burnt chest, "goum 5ara 3alaaaaik.. Goum rakan!" she became quite for a second. "yalla mama yalla 7ayati I miss you.. Inta you promised me... Don't break your promise! Laish tgolee
shay you cant promise! Mayseer! Ig3ad 3ashani! Law sama7t... Rakan please.. Wala ana ta3bana baba.. Abe anam ib 7ithnik... I miss you 7abebe.." she stopped talking turned around and looked at me. "why are you crying?! Hell heal and get better.. Its ok I like him this way..
You don't need to cry.. I love my rakan in any way.. He's just sleeping.. Tired maybe; Sharon you take Suleiman and go home ill stay here and wait till he wakes up"

That's when the tears started streaming down my face. I didn't know what to do. I simply did as told and left the room.

She stayed inside. Suleiman was still strong. He didn't cry yet he just dug his face in my shirt. He covered his ears to lessen the strong sound of his mother's screaming.

We left home. All the children were waiting next to the door.

"wain mama?" "wain baba?" "baba waina?" "wain mama??" "lazim iyoon bacher our graduation!" the twins were asking us questions

I didn't reply. Suleiman on the other hand was strong. He replied, "yalla imshaw my room, kilna well sleep in my room oo agolikum wainhum ok?"

"Ok!!!" '3azi screamed, he loved his eldest brother.

They all went to Suleiman's room. Lama woke up for a while but she was asleep before we arrived home. But he told me to bring her and the crib to his room. They sat in a circle and '3azi sat on Suleiman's lap.

"yalla tell us what happened?" screamed the twins.

"ok mo9a7 i7na inkoon babies lama we get born mithil lamooya?"

"eeee" they all screamed

"quietly.. Lama sleeping" he replied

"ohh kay" they whispered

"oo ba3dain mo9a7 n9eer kbar oo we become big?"

"eeeh" they whispered

"inzain oo lama nikbar mo nroo7 3ind allah later cuz i7na kbar?"

"ya3ni nmoot?" 3abdalla asked

"ee nitwafa" Suleiman replied

"inzain, i7na shakoo; wain mama oo baba" reema added

"ana agolikum, mo97 mama oo baba 6li3aw today?"

"ee"

"ok... I7im.... Lama nitwafa hatha allah he puts a time for us lazim he takes us from this world 97?"

"ee"

"ok baba ilyoum 9ar his time, baba ra7 3ind allah"

"waain baba?" '3azi asked

"baba he went upppp the sky he went to a better place it was his time to leave '3azoi"

"ana abe aroo7 wiya saloomi"

"la lama i9eer your time troo7 ok?"

"ok"

Reema and 3abdalla looked at him with a blank face

"ya3ni al7een bas 3ibdina one parent?" Reema asked

"ee reema, bas maninsa baba"

"bas mako baba anymore?"

"la mako"

"3abood 9rna nafs thary"

"ee" 3abdalla replied

"yalla inam?" Suleiman asked

"ok" they all replied.

They slept next to Suleiman. He held on tight. He was very strong. His face, his thinking, his behavior matured in so little hours.

The next day came, Suleiman didn't know what to do. He wanted to take his twin siblings to the graduation but he wanted to attend his fathers burial.
He came to me and said, "Sharon please take the twins to there graduation, I will go to baba's burial then come to you; call 5alti Huda tell her she has to go to the graduation"

I did as I was told. But he couldn't make it to the graduation. He was still in the grave yard.

We came home. The house was filled with black. Everyone came to console Mrs. Haya. Her face was yellow, she had red puffy eyes there were no more tears in her eyes. She was out of water. She was looking at the people with a blank face. It showed she wasn't taking in what is
around her. As soon as she realized the color that was surrounding her. She gave them a weak smile and got up. She walked to their room which is now hers only.

Christi and Julie were with the children. I was with Mrs. Haya. She took of her Abaya and threw it on the floor. She went to her bed and broke down right there. She couldn't breathe easily.

I tried soothing her down.

But all she said was " he promised me Sharon he promised and broke his promise seconds later" or "I cant live without him, we've been through a lot these past 14 years I don't know what to do".

She changed into his jersey shirt, put on his perfume, laid down on his side of the bed.

"Sharon I want to sleep please may you turn off the lights and leave"

"yes ma'am" I said as I left the room

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At about 7pm Suleiman came back he was welcomed with a warm hug from his younger brothers.

"slaaaimaan ilyoum kan wanasaa auntie huda wiya 3yalha yolina il gradutation, kil man shaja3na; christe, oo sharoon oo ma7moudo" said 3abdalla with a wide smile

"7asafa mayeet"

"ee 3adi rayoom oo ana nifham laish lana i7na kbar now"

"ee 9rtaw kbaar, t3ashaitaw wala tan6rooni?"

"naaan6rk"

"yalla mako a7ad now taboon MacDonald's"

"eeee" they all screamed

That's how it was for the next two days

Mrs. Haya didn't attend the funeral

Suleiman was responsible for his siblings.

A week passed
A month past
Finally a year passed

And nothing had changed. She became weaker and less responsible, where Suleiman became the man of the house; stronger more responsible.

Lama forgot about her mom; '3azi thinks his mom is out of town; and as for the twins they lived their life.

Until one day Suleiman got fed up and went to talk to his mom....