Dancing Flames (ON HOLD!!)

Chapter 3: The beginning

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September 11th, 2006

I could still remember the way she was bought into our class of 17 wailing and straining her tear dock like her life depended on it, I still wonder how a chubby little girl with a Hannah Montana backpack, it's matching lunch box and shoes twice my size could become a friend. Ya Habib had always laughed at my expense and said "Wai ke karama dake Sai kawanche da manya" he said, I honestly didn't find it funny and niether did my family members until he continued and choked on his spit and that was how the room was ignited with the booming laughter of the joyous family.

It was a Monday and the beginning of a new session and I was in the class of grade 1B, but I still remember the day like it was implanted in my head or something. Ya Alameen had always said I would have a blast on my first day in "the big kid class" he had said and I was looking forward to this day all summer but I soon realized one thing "HE LIED" it's was all one of his dirty schemes and guess what, he succeeded because I hated that day with all the hatred I had in my heart.

I stared at the girl confused, I mean who could blame me, she was 6 and still blew a fuss about coming to school it somehow irritated me but I won't judge a book by it's cover maybe there is a reason behind it, there has to be. The anoying sound of her cries got louder and louder till I finally decided to turn my head to the east and that's when I noticed the chubby girl being shoved into the seat located by my right side.
I didn't move because I was scared she could tip over and crush my bones nor did I move to save my dear ears from turning deaf but I moved because of how the pregnant woman we were supposed to call our teacher yelled at her and threatened her with a koboko just so she could stop crying, I always thought they only used it in islamiyya but I was proven wrong when I remembered the big koboko hanged in Baba's room, he never used it unless ya Alameen was being stubborn.
The girl let out an ear piercing scream, in an instant I was on my two tiny legs and stood in between the two thinking the teacher who I learned was 'Anty ifi' would stop and acknowledged my futile attempt to save the poor girl but I then realized the huge mistake I made but was too late till I felt the burning friction between my little body structure and the stinky piece of animal skin, I let out a whimper as I let the pain sink in and 'wai' I wonder how a pregnant woman could have such might.
I watched as the heartless woman's eyes widened in realization as to who she just hit, but that didn't stop her, infact her exact words were "oshe superman" she said as she whipped me mercilessly each hit harder than the last, I was given a total of 15 strokes before a boy in the class ran out to call for help and by the time help arrived my white long sleeve uniform shirt was half soaked with my thick blood.
Few minutes later my family was informed as I was taken to the school clinic to get cleaned up after they were briefed on what had happened.

The teacher was fired and under house arrest till after birth where she would be taken to prison for 74 years, even though '74 years jail term was tagged not sufficient' for the crime of child abuse. Ya Habib had thrown a fit and demanded the case was taken to court after the principal refused to acknowledge the gravity of her crime, Ya Mubarak had a physical fight with the principal after he had told him he was too young to talk to people twice his age in a disrespectful manner as he was only 23 then and that seemed to only have added more fuel to the fire already ignited by the fact that his beloved baby sister was nearly flogged to death, so he had threatened to sue the school. Turns out the principal had relation to the woman as she was also his baby sister but was pregnant out of wedlock so she had no one to fight for her as their parents are both no where to be found so he had to provide for his only family member, so in addition she had a messed up life so why not just rot in jail she thought. The principal ended up resigning and Rameen thought it wise before her father hears of it and books the next available flight just to deal with him. He was already lucky that Baba was on a very important business trip and was busy so they didn't have time to tell him as it was close to midnight in London at the time. Mama was furious and refused to talk so as not to insult the poor man and his family, so she only rubbed the top half of my body with different oils such as; black seed oil, mint oil, mink oil, castor oil etc just name it, she rubbed it all and it was very painful, it burnt so much.

What a perfect first day!!

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I wasn't allowed to resume school till the following Monday, so my newly formed scars could heal, they did eventually but there is this scar just below my small neck directly on my left collar bone that refused to budge.
Monday came and for some reason I became popular in the class of grade 1, infact some seniors even came to see the 'superwoman' as the people call me. I made a lot of friends with the addition of ya Alameen's class members but I really didn't like them to be honest especially the two who refused to stop calling my cute munchkin even after I had given them one of the signature glares I learned form my brothers but they still called it cute, can u imagine.

I was beginning to think the girl was withdrawn form the school till I sighted her  3 days after my return which was on a Thursday and walked pass me during P.E call but didn't bother to even say much of a 'Hi' talk less of a 'thanks for saving me', as much as it shouldn't bother me It really did, we may be young but we were all thought how to say the 4 Magic words.
Well it didn't bother me because I was living the dream, the life any kid would love to live but that was just the beginning cause approximately 2 weeks after the incident she walked up to me with a 'smile', a smile that was nothing but forced.
A smile that said it was the beginning of maimuna Rameen Muhammad Bashir, the smile that portrayed my misfortune to come, the smile that made me dance on flames, the smile that haunted me for years to come, the smile that told me there was more to NAFEESA SIRAJ GAMBO

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Pls note that my story is based on the year 2014 so that means Rameen was born 2000.
Dedicated to Noorie____ thanks for the amazing book cover.
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