𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄 - umbrella academy-b.h

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐃+𝐒

▶️alright - supergrass

"We wake up, we go out
Smoke a fag, put it out
See our friends, see the sights
Feel alright"

IRBID, JORDAN 1992

"SHE'S GETTING OUT OF CONTROL, BABA," Samara's mother had cried out to her father, a wailing Samara, in her arms as a downpour of rain thrashed against their windows. Mariam Hasan, who had fought tooth and nail to keep her daughter from a strange man who seemed to be collecting these special children, was now fearing for her life, guilt-stricken. The gleam of the moon refracted through their windows, a hot zephyr winding through roads and into windows. Slits water spat venom onto the glass, dripping down to where the crack of the window was.

 Mariam didn't want to have a daughter who would flood their village everytime she was upset. She couldn't do it, she was only 19 years old. So, Mariam's father, stood, deep in thought. "Sokar, I will find way, we can give her to village nursery and-" Shaker Hasan approached his panicked daughter with a clear mind, supposedly, rubbing her shoulders. "NO!" Mariam's sobs grew louder, wracked with this immense guilt she couldn't shake. Despite not wanting her child, she held her tighter than ever before. "I don't want her anywhere near us. It is too much," as she spoke, she felt the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air, the rawness of her emotions palpable in the silence that followed.

Shaker just watched his daughter, unable to form any words. They had already been socially exiled from their community because of Mariam's pre-marital miracle child. Everyone had their own speculations as to how that arised: Mariam hadn't been disciplined properly, so she snuck out to see a boy or even her father himself impregnating her. The Hasans were a village-wide scandal and nobody would even look at them in the eye. So getting help for said child was next to impossible. Until Shaker had an idea beyond ridiculous "Baba, what if she leaves Irbid? Jordan, even?" he wanted his daughter to be happy and live the life she so fully deserved and if that meant practically throwing his granddaughter out of their country, so be it. His gaze, an abundance of both empathy and resolve, met hers with a steadfast compassion. His touch, a gentle reassurance, bridged the gap between their hearts as he offered solace to her anguish.

"What?" Mariam sniffled, her father pulling the girl into him, she felt her tears cascade like a waterfall, each drop a testament to the depth of her pain she bared in her soul. The room filled with the echoes of her lament, a symphony of heartache and grief reverberated a poignant melody in the silence. "I have connections out west. I can have her out of here by tomorrow," his thick baritone healed the girl. She was fragile, fighting with an inner tempest. She was still a teenager and in three years she had become a mother, now giving everything up for her own happiness. "Alhamdulillah," she cried into her father more, feeling relief overcome her. She no longer had to bear with this cursed child who had destroyed her life. All she had was her life in the village, and now she was a social pariah. "I will get everything ready, and leave first thing tomorrow," Shaker then had harvested his jar of money to the front room, now cruising through his house hastily, putting together a bag of necessities such as clothes and food and their passports.

Shaker was willing to do whatever it took for his daughter, even if it meant sending her daughter to the other side of the world. "But, where are you going, 'ab?" Mariam placed her unbridled daughter down, leaving Samara to wrack a soul-shredding cry through her body. It were as if she was feeling exactly as Mariam was. The girl didn't even want to say goodbye- because that would be establishing a connection with her daughter- the girl wanted nothing to do with Samara. She never asked for her, she never asked for her life to be ruined.