The scooter

 

Riyadh 2000

The sound of laughter from the porch could be heard throughout the house as events of the day were discussed and dissected at the dining room table. Freshly baked cream puffs had been sent to a neighbor on a whim and had been mentioned to him during lunch at the office. This brought humiliation and shame and highlighted the lack of control he had in his own home. I sat eagerly listening, offering apologies, relieved that our conversation kept him occupied and unaware of the hodgepoge of comedy that unraveled just feet away.

Flowering plants were now in bloom and palm trees made a waving pattern over the large grass area near our home. Women walked the loop, workers delivered jugs of water in a rickety shopping cart and children played, running back and forth down the street that passed our residence. The latest gadgets and toys; pogo sticks, scooters and bikes all wound up piled near sidewalks while swimming and other play commenced. A large garbage truck chugged past pausing to collect weekly trash while laborers swept streets, trimmed bushes and maintained a well established standard of Western living.

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Compound home

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Yusuf parked the flimsy red and blue scooter on the porch, leaning it against a cement pillar. A large bolt clanked and rolled down past his shoes and onto the third step. Silence fell from oldest to youngest and each examined the place where Osama had carefully used a screwdriver, then tape and finally glue. A ringing clank had become customary as each of the seven siblings who were old enough, took their turn on the shiny vehicle and then watched bits and pieces loosen and eventually drop from porch to steps and sometimes into nearby plants.

Toys, bikes and the latest trends were seen as ridiculous, unnecessary and generally prohibited. Foof was determined to run next to her friends while they whizzed past on bikes but her brother was not so easily appeased. Gifts that did make their way into the home were usually socks, mittens or anything that would be deemed as essential. But this time it had been different and each night prior to the upcoming holiday, Osama sat in the well furnished living room of the compound debating and wrangling to obtain Riyal (Currency in Saudi Arabia) for Eid gifts.

Frustration finally gave way to jokes and eventually an unstoppable wave of laughter as handlebars made a loud and resounding crash. Red and blue parts rolled and scattered and were later scooped into a large plastic bag.

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46 thoughts on “The scooter

  1. More excellent writing. Although the book probably needs to be in chronological order, memory is not neat and tidy. That is the beauty of WordPress and a good editor. We can write as material is triggered. The search facility then takes us to what we are looking for later.

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    1. I am not good at explaining haha. Saleeha is currently going over my writing on the book. She is organizing and fixing haha. Well I am thinking why not write a series on a new topic on my blog. People have often asked how did you meet him, what was childhood like, how did abuse start. So I am thinking just as a fun project any ideas or questions that could be addressed in some type of series of stories. A specific time period maybe. Sorry I had no idea how to explain this!

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      1. He had to rope you in Lynn. Our daughter’s husband said he would do the dishes and all sorts of things. Of course it didn’t work out that way. These guys know what to say but they never follow through.
        Leslie

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  2. I guess chronological is the way to go Lyn, and also to start with the romancing that must have taken place in the early days. It must have been such a shock to you when the abuse began. I think possibly you make excuses for it, and always blame yourself when you are quite blameless. The escalation would also be subtle, he has to keep you off-guard and guessing his next nasty move. Gives me shudders. He turned into a “nightmare” man.

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  3. Hi Lynn! I love chronological order primarily, but also, perhaps, open with present day scenario, and then use flashbacks (flashbacks in chronological order?). Just my two cents. It will all be perfect no matter what you decide ❤

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  4. From the start show this perfect man, no doubt do anything for anyone…to look good. Show how he stripped you of your family and friends, isolated you alienated you and made you feel worthless. Map the insidious creeping fear he wielded. This book is so important 💜 💜🌹

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      1. Yes it all done so slowly and “for the best of reasons” that you don’t notice until one day you wake up and your trapped. Not forgetting everything is all your fault. 💜💜💜💜

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