IBN POV JAN 1, 1985
IBN : Ummi, he didn't ummi its okay
UMMI: Fuck that ! he raped you didn't he?
IBN : No Ummi !
BOOM !
She shot him. She shot my ABU. Right between his eyes. All because he touched me. I tried to protect him even after she found the out the truth.
Ummi: Your safe now. Nobody will harm you ever tf again do you understand me ? No man should do those things to you .
At 10 years old, I believe i seen enough for 5 lifetimes. Im a muslim boy who has like the idea of other boys. I know about love and light and how men aren't supposed to be together but what if they love each other like my ummi and my abu ?
Ummi: RAY ! Get Saiid Down Here !
I backed up slowly in a corner. My mom wrapped her shayla a bit tighter adjusting it. She looked at me and put the gun back in her small purse. My uncles Derrick, Saiid, Ray And Bunky came to the basement to get my father's dead body and clean up the splatter.
They cursed his name as they moved him around. My 4 uncles and my father ran the mosque by day and the number racket by night . They were in charge of drugs, extortion and money coming in to the city. A bunch of bad muthafuckers ! But the most ruthless of them all was my mother. Betty X Huddayfah . She was the best muthafuckin hit man in the city of philadelphia. A lil frail thing, standing 5'6 . Not even 150 pounds. Big glasses and overgarments. You'd never see her coming because she disappears like the grim reaper. She never missed
When the 70s rolled around , in came the crack game. Of course it was only 2 sides to the game. Either your using or your selling. Not really much in between. My mother wanted to sell the shit as well as her brothers. My father was on board until he decided to sample it. He was never the same since.
He did a line one night. It was raining and thundering. The house was shaking. My uncles were all at the speakeasy on 30th st and my mom was with my grandmother. It was me and my father. I heard him downstairs pacing the floor. I was in my room playing with my NBA Player cards that i traded with goose up the street. My favorite was Kareem Abdul Jabbar. He was like the first brother from the nation to play pro ball . I actually met him one night when he was playing cards and smoking with my uncles.
My dad barged in, eyes popping out his head like he just saw a big ass rat.
He walked over to me in his slacks and undershirt.
ABU: Son, do you know what the first step of being a man is ?
Me: No
He walked back and forth in front of my bed.
ABU: OBEDIENCE, Be obedient to the most high
Me: Ya Allah ?
ABU: No Your Father
Me: But the quran says to honor my mother first. Then honor your mother and then honor your father.
He looked at me and rubbed my face.
ABU: Mashallah, however son i meant me. You must follow all rules and guidelines i hand to you.
Me: Okay father.
He sat down on my bed and unbuckled his pants. He slid them down to his knees.
ABU: Suck my dick son .
I was so shocked and confused. I couldn't move
He leaned in and said
ABU: obedience .
