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Lately, I’ve been spending time with mom and dad, and they’ve told some far out stories about life back in the day.
One of the most interesting ones I’ve heard is of my mother’s about her father’s family. Her father was a twin. They had one other sibling, a girl, with a renowned temper, as beautiful as she was fiery.
She was married to a man from some other clan in a different area from where her nuclear family lived.
Suddenly one day, the brothers heard tell that their sister had died, but suspiciously, she’d already been buried without the news of her death having reached her own family so that they could be the ones to take on the funeral proceedings as was custom; to pray over her, to bury her, to lower her into the ground with their own hands.
For that reason, and for the fact that it was a sudden death with no reports of sickness on the part of their only sister, they suspected foul play on the part of her husband’s side.
And so the two remaining siblings, twin brothers, traveled to their sister’s grave site.
As they surveyed the people in the village who had attended a Janaza her family had not been made aware of, there were whispers that there was blood seen on the burying garments of the deceased.
The two brothers got to digging, vowing that if they so much as saw any blood, or signs of carnage on her body, there would be hell to pay by their in-laws.
Me: They did what??!
Before the digging could be come to a neck, it was interrupted by an older member in the family who told them to stop.
The brothers angrily refused, their suspicions having been made worse by the reports of the Janaza attendees. More counseling took place right over the grave itself over the span of three days as they slept and ate under a tree near the site, and they were eventually mediated into an agreement.
The agreement was that the husband would swear on the Quran over the half-dug grave of his wife, that neither he or any members of his family were responsible for their sister’s death. The man swore on the Quran. The brothers reversed their progress on the grave, prayed over it, said their tidings, and the crowd dispersed.
The husband went blind.
At this point, I ask my mom how tf she knows he went blind?
She said the husband used to roam the streets blind not right away, but not far after, and that he was well known in the area.
I said, “So you think it’s bc they lied on the Quran?”
She said, “ Yes, everything pointed to murder. But since the older family member was able to bridle the angry passions of the twin brothers (one of them her father) due to the fact that a clan skirmish would break out between the families had the digging went on and revealed a murder.”
“Even as they almost certainly believed she’d been killed, they wanted him on the hook at least in front of the eyes of God, so that he may be cursed were he to lie, which they believed he was. They kept their composure and listened to words they believed to be lies. They kept their word and held off as he went on and swore she’d died a natural death, and that neither him, her husband, nor his family, were responsible for her death, Wallahi Billah Tallahi.”
Do you know any stories from your family?
One of the most interesting ones I’ve heard is of my mother’s about her father’s family. Her father was a twin. They had one other sibling, a girl, with a renowned temper, as beautiful as she was fiery.
She was married to a man from some other clan in a different area from where her nuclear family lived.
Suddenly one day, the brothers heard tell that their sister had died, but suspiciously, she’d already been buried without the news of her death having reached her own family so that they could be the ones to take on the funeral proceedings as was custom; to pray over her, to bury her, to lower her into the ground with their own hands.
For that reason, and for the fact that it was a sudden death with no reports of sickness on the part of their only sister, they suspected foul play on the part of her husband’s side.
And so the two remaining siblings, twin brothers, traveled to their sister’s grave site.
As they surveyed the people in the village who had attended a Janaza her family had not been made aware of, there were whispers that there was blood seen on the burying garments of the deceased.
The two brothers got to digging, vowing that if they so much as saw any blood, or signs of carnage on her body, there would be hell to pay by their in-laws.
Me: They did what??!
Before the digging could be come to a neck, it was interrupted by an older member in the family who told them to stop.
The brothers angrily refused, their suspicions having been made worse by the reports of the Janaza attendees. More counseling took place right over the grave itself over the span of three days as they slept and ate under a tree near the site, and they were eventually mediated into an agreement.
The agreement was that the husband would swear on the Quran over the half-dug grave of his wife, that neither he or any members of his family were responsible for their sister’s death. The man swore on the Quran. The brothers reversed their progress on the grave, prayed over it, said their tidings, and the crowd dispersed.
The husband went blind.
At this point, I ask my mom how tf she knows he went blind?
She said the husband used to roam the streets blind not right away, but not far after, and that he was well known in the area.
I said, “So you think it’s bc they lied on the Quran?”
She said, “ Yes, everything pointed to murder. But since the older family member was able to bridle the angry passions of the twin brothers (one of them her father) due to the fact that a clan skirmish would break out between the families had the digging went on and revealed a murder.”
“Even as they almost certainly believed she’d been killed, they wanted him on the hook at least in front of the eyes of God, so that he may be cursed were he to lie, which they believed he was. They kept their composure and listened to words they believed to be lies. They kept their word and held off as he went on and swore she’d died a natural death, and that neither him, her husband, nor his family, were responsible for her death, Wallahi Billah Tallahi.”
Do you know any stories from your family?
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