MidReal Story

The Orphaned Heart

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Scenario: we were a great family things were going good my mother was a business woman we lived the best life anyone wanted then my aunt stole my mothers money back then no one trusted the bank so after my aunt stole the money mom was afraid to let people know about it cause it can be embarrasing so my mother stopped looking and tracing her life started to be rough depression started to sinck in we lost everything the landlord was so kind he was nevr pressuring us to pay up i was seven years old and i learend that mom had nothing so when she sends me to school i use to skip school and go to collect plastics and sell them sometimes people will send me to get things for them and get paid at the age of eight i was the bread winner of the house and even started to pay the rent a day came my mother s kidney failed mom didnt tell us couse she knew we will freak out and we dont know what to do so mom called our aunt and asked for help aand the rudest way my aunt said she has no money me seeing my mom break down was the limet i started to beg and even went to the mosque to get a donation i was luck and got enough money i was taking my mom to the hospital and all that so my mom had trouble sleeping so one night on june 26th monday o the 12 of ramadan i was happy to see my mom sleep i woke up for sahur and i was thinking to offer my mom food and i was like dont wake her upm she is sleeping well i went to sleep and my guts was not ok and i went to wake my mom up by touching my moms hand it was cold and hard my heart dropped and i started to wake her up shaking and calling her name out as i was crying i went to wake up my moms friend and i was told to be stront and that my mom died i felt like the world ended i felt empty the only thing i could do was to cry i ruin outside to my grandmans house and told her the shocking story i couldnt accept my mother died antill i layed her down in the grave we came home and saw my aunt taking my sisthers with her as i cried and wanted to be with her her response was ur nauthy i cant take carea of you and u have ur fathers family go be with i was sad but what can i do i went with my aunts and grandma and my aunt who is my fathers sisther took me in is true no one can change or replacees a mothers possition but my aunty become my mother the way she treated me the love care and how equal she treats me withe her kids made me forget that i lost a mother my aunts husban one of the best human be i ever came cross showed me love edugated me and did every nessery thing a father would do for his son or daughther at this time my father was in somalia my goal was to lear and make my dad proud one day i lost my mother before she saw my succses and after 6years my dad had a a heart problem my aunt is angel and i dont know how i will ever pay her back she is a mother to me and said you should be with dad time like this is when he needs you to be on his side everyone was like dont send him is not save and ect so mom my aunnt took her decision and sent me ther after being ther with my dadand sleep with him in the hospital hhh and being arround him is always fun how roast people and mkae jokes hi was one of a kind on day we took him out of the hospital and for his recovery we made a lil gotaring to thank god and read quran for my dad as soon as the quran was finish we came out side laughing and eating and he fainted i grabbed him and poured lil water on him he woke up and i let him rest on my lap and he said his shada three times and that was the last of my dad i tried not to accept that took him to the hospital and i went to pry for him as i was prying i heard screming and crying and i knew something was wrong i finished prayer and i heard that i lost my father . i was lost he was my last hope he was the only parent i had and i lost him i was so down and overthinging like i was to accept that i will never get the chance to hug any of my parent or see me achive my goals but god is all ways good today i have beautyiful sisthers and brothers who i love them to death non of them ever made me fell bad or anything how my brothers was always there for me who my auny and her husband made me who i am today she i losted my faamily but allah rewarded me with one of the best parents evre and amazing brother and sisthers may allah grant them paradise

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we were a great family things were going good my mother was a business woman we lived the best life anyone wanted then my aunt stole my mothers money back then no one trusted the bank so after my aunt stole the money mom was afraid to let people know about it cause it can be embarrasing so my mother stopped looking and tracing her life started to be rough depression started to sinck in we lost everything the landlord was so kind he was nevr pressuring us to pay up i was seven years old and i learend that mom had nothing so when she sends me to school i use to skip school and go to collect plastics and sell them sometimes people will send me to get things for them and get paid at the age of eight i was the bread winner of the house and even started to pay the rent a day came my mother s kidney failed mom didnt tell us couse she knew we will freak out and we dont know what to do so mom called our aunt and asked for help aand the rudest way my aunt said she has no money me seeing my mom break down was the limet i started to beg and even went to the mosque to get a donation i was luck and got enough money i was taking my mom to the hospital and all that so my mom had trouble sleeping so one night on june 26th monday o the 12 of ramadan i was happy to see my mom sleep i woke up for sahur and i was thinking to offer my mom food and i was like dont wake her upm she is sleeping well i went to sleep and my guts was not ok and i went to wake my mom up by touching my moms hand it was cold and hard my heart dropped and i started to wake her up shaking and calling her name out as i was crying i went to wake up my moms friend and i was told to be stront and that my mom died i felt like the world ended i felt empty the only thing i could do was to cry i ruin outside to my grandmans house and told her the shocking story i couldnt accept my mother died antill i layed her down in the grave we came home and saw my aunt taking my sisthers with her as i cried and wanted to be with her her response was ur nauthy i cant take carea of you and u have ur fathers family go be with i was sad but what can i do i went with my aunts and grandma and my aunt who is my fathers sisther took me in is true no one can change or replacees a mothers possition but my aunty become my mother the way she treated me the love care and how equal she treats me withe her kids made me forget that i lost a mother my aunts husban one of the best human be i ever came cross showed me love edugated me and did every nessery thing a father would do for his son or daughther at this time my father was in somalia my goal was to lear and make my dad proud one day i lost my mother before she saw my succses and after 6years my dad had a a heart problem my aunt is angel and i dont know how i will ever pay her back she is a mother to me and said you should be with dad time like this is when he needs you to be on his side everyone was like dont send him is not save and ect so mom my aunnt took her decision and sent me ther after being ther with my dadand sleep with him in the hospital hhh and being arround him is always fun how roast people and mkae jokes hi was one of a kind on day we took him out of the hospital and for his recovery we made a lil gotaring to thank god and read quran for my dad as soon as the quran was finish we came out side laughing and eating and he fainted i grabbed him and poured lil water on him he woke up and i let him rest on my lap and he said his shada three times and that was the last of my dad i tried not to accept that took him to the hospital and i went to pry for him as i was prying i heard screming and crying and i knew something was wrong i finished prayer and i heard that i lost my father . i was lost he was my last hope he was the only parent i had and i lost him i was so down and overthinging like i was to accept that i will never get the chance to hug any of my parent or see me achive my goals but god is all ways good today i have beautyiful sisthers and brothers who i love them to death non of them ever made me fell bad or anything how my brothers was always there for me who my auny and her husband made me who i am today she i losted my faamily but allah rewarded me with one of the best parents evre and amazing brother and sisthers may allah grant them paradise

Ahmed

determined, and heartbroken. Ahmed witnessed his mother's decline due to financial struggles and family loss. His father was absent, and his aunt took care of him. He cherished his aunt as a mother substitute. After his mother's death, Ahmed struggled with loss but found solace with his aunt. He later reunited with his father, who suffered from health issues. Ahmed navigated through family dynamics, found support, and pursued closure.

Abdullah

gentle, and understanding. He allowed Ahmed and his sisters to stay with him despite financial constraints and offered them a sense of family stability. His home became a refuge for Ahmed during his most vulnerable years, providing him with unconditional love and support. His generosity had a profound impact on Ahmed, helping to ease his emotional turmoil throughout his childhood.

Ahmed's Father

authoritative, and emotionally reserved. Father experienced a heart attack, leaving him incapacitated for several years. His relationship with Ahmed was formal, lacking the affection Ahmed craved. Upon returning home weakened by illness, he tragically passed away. Father left a lasting impact on Ahmed, who yearned for a closer relationship despite their geographical distance. His eventual reunion with Ahmed brought some comfort.

We were a great family, things were going good.

My mother was a business woman; we lived the best life anyone wanted.

Back then no one trusted the bank, so my mother kept all the money at home.

My aunt stole all the money from my mother.

Back then my mother was afraid to let people know about it because it can be embarrassing, so she stopped looking for her sister.

She started to lose hope and gave up on her.

We lost everything.

The landlord was so kind; he was never pressuring us to pay the rent.

I was seven years old when I learned that my mom had nothing.

So when she sent me to school, I used to skip school and go collect plastics and sell them.

Sometimes people would send me to get them something, and I would get paid.

At the age of eight, I became the breadwinner of the house and started to pay the rent.

A day came when my mother's kidney failed, but she didn't tell us because she knew we would freak out, and we don't know what to do.

So she called her sister (my aunt) and told her what happened to her, and in the rudest way my aunt told her she had no money.

Seeing my mom break down that day was my limit; I couldn't take it anymore.

I started to beg and even went to the mosque to get a donation.

Luckily, I got enough money, and I was taking my mom to the hospital when she had trouble sleeping.

One night on June 26th, Monday the 12th of Ramadan, I was happy to see my mom sleep.

I woke up for Sahur and thought about giving her food, but I didn't want to wake her up because she was sleeping well.

I went to sleep, and my guts were not okay, so I woke up my mom by touching her hand.

It was cold and hard.

My heart dropped, and I started shaking her and calling her name out as I cried.

I went to wake up my mom's friend, and she told me to be strong and that my mom is died.

I felt like the world ended; I felt empty.

The only thing I could do was cry.

I ran outside to my grandma's house and told her the shocking story; I couldn't accept that my mom died until we laid her down in the grave. We came home and saw my aunt taking my sisters with her as I cried and wanted to be with them; her response was "you're naughty; I can't take care of you. You have your father's family; go be with."

I was sad but what can I do?

So I went with my aunt's family and grandma, and my aunt who is my father's sister took me in.

It is true no one can change or replace a mother's position, but my aunt became a mother to me—the way she treated me, the love, care, how equal she treats me with her kids made me forget that I lost a mother.

My aunt's husband is one of the best humans being on earth; he showed me love educated me did every necessary thing a father would do for his son or daughter.

At this time, my father was in Somalia; my goal was to learn and make my dad proud.

One day I lost my mom before she saw my success, and after 6 years, my dad had a heart problem.

My aunt is an angel; I don't know how I will ever pay her back. She is a mother to me and said you should be with dad in times like this when he needs you on his side.

Everyone was saying it's not safe for him there, but she made her decision and sent me there.