I Dreamed Freedom by Isik Abla

Author:Isik Abla [Abla, Isik]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Muslim, Religion
ISBN: 9780985590109
Amazon: 0985590106
Publisher: Snowfall Press
Published: 2012-06-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23:

Dumped on the Highway

Over the next several months, many missionaries knocked on my door to talk about Jesus. I slammed my door in their faces, outraged, believing they were from the devil and not from Allah. I remember yelling at them, “Leave me alone! I do not want your Jesus. If you read the Koran, I will read your Bible.” They always infuriated me. They were worshiping three gods—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—and it was a blasphemy to Allah. Interestingly, I never got angry at the Buddhists or Hindus. But whenever Christians tried to talk to me about their Jesus, I would get extremely angry.

On New Year’s Eve, 2000, my husband and I were planning to go to a friend’s house for a holiday dinner. I tried my best to look pretty for the occasion. I got Melis ready. I had put on my “happy face” mask like I was so good at doing, but my heart was heavy and emotionally aching. My husband had not come home yet—late as usual when there was any event we had planned for together. He acted like I was not important to him. I was trying to control my tears so I would not ruin my makeup. When I couldn’t hold my anger in any longer, I went to the restroom and knelt on the floor. I prayed out loud, screaming “Hear me, my Creator! Hear me, please! Do something about my life, my Maker. Do something. Just do something! I cannot take this anymore. Change my life. Change me!” I yelled this prayer over and over again.

After a long while, my husband finally arrived. He appeared to be intoxicated. I didn’t want to go anywhere with him anymore, but he insisted. Instead of going to our friend’s house for a New Year’s Eve dinner as planned, my husband drove us to another party. He drank more liquor there. Every time I pleaded for him to stop drinking and take us home, I received curses for his answers.

Then he put us back into the car and started to drive toward the place of our original invitation. We were on a four-lane highway, and he started to make zigzags by crossing several lanes back and forth. He was so drunk that sometimes he had to close his eyes and breathe with difficulty. I was crying out loud, telling him that I wanted to drive, but he ignored me.

When we saw a police car approaching us, my husband’s driving improved temporarily. I opened my door while the car was moving to try to get the policeman’s attention. My husband screamed at me to shut the door. I wanted the cops to notice our strange behavior and stop us. The policeman disappeared without helping us. My husband started punching me. I was screaming. Suddenly he stopped the car, and with my door still opened, he kicked me out. I hit the pavement with a thud. Then he sped away from me, leaving me on the side of the road.

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