"Nayrah is not my birth name, but this is the name I gave myself and it is what I use in the street and many people approach me with that name, they do not know my real birth name. My birth name is Nurryat Hashim, I was born in the southern highlands in the land of the cashew hills. I was born into one of the families that had a very good life, we had everything and there was nothing I would ask for from my parents that I couldn't have, that made me believe that the world is one of the best places where the best life can be found in the history of creation. I may have been very right at the time, but in reality, I don't think there is any accuracy after what I saw later.
I am the first born in a generation of three children and I am the only woman among those children. I studied in very good and very expensive schools during my childhood until high school, that's when things started changing. My father was a very rich man because of his history that was given to me by my mother, that my father in his youth was among the young men who were focused on the search for wealth, he did not have time to enjoy himself or invest in pleasures of the world, that led him to become very successful.
He was a very big investor in agriculture, he owned large farms that you could not visit on foot without transportation, I didn't even know how many there were. GOD was on his side, he was lucky to marry a very beautiful woman who also happens to be my birth mother, despite the beauty of that woman, she was one of the best women who has greatly contributed to my father's wealth.
When I was young, I used to see several people coming to our house in need of my father's help, and most of them introduced themselves to me as my uncles, although we were not staying together, so I did not know many of them, I only saw them when they had problems they needed my father to help with. and when their problems ended I knew I wouldn't see them again and that was everyday life. It got to a point where I got used to seeing them coming home for help and my father wasn't selfish, he was helping them a lot like paying their children's fees, money for necessities and their expenses themselves but he didn't stop there, there were others he gave to businesses. It didn't mean that they were living very well with their brother, no, nor were they involved at all in finding his wealth, but he did it because he knew that no matter what, they were still his brothers and his being successful does not mean that he should ignore them or reject them because it would make him regret his wealth.
One night while we were at the table eating dinner, and at that time I was in my secondary studies, my younger siblings were not studying because they were young and only two years apart so they spent most of the time with my mother. That day Father came home with a stranger whom he introduced us as the son of his uncle. In appearance he was younger than my father, my father told my mother that the man came to stay there for a certain period and after he would leave and another life began after that.
We did not know the intentions of the man living at our home and we could not kick him out because he was a blood relative of my father's, even the society would think badly of us. I think if we would have understood what that man wanted then we would not have let him close. One evening was the beginning of the life that I am living now as I am talking to you. I came back home from school and found the house very cold, my father was walking around the whole house like a confused person, I got shocked and scared because my father respected himself too much and he never wanted to act anything but calm and composed infront of his children.
I didn't see my mother in the living room, so I didn't ask any of the housekeepers, I ran to the bedroom where I was surprised to meet a panel of doctors and I wondered who was so sick that the doctor had to come to the house because when I left everyone was completely healthy. I was so worried that I had to move to the side of the bed. The person who was surrounded by the doctors was my mother, who couldn't even breathe on her own, she was depending on the help of the machine. I didn't understand what was going on, and I remember at that time I just shouted "mother" and then I fainted.
I woke up much later in the hospital. I was shouting that I needed to see my mother but no one answered me and that scared me when I didn't see anyone I knew, to reduce the discomfort they injected me with a sleeping pill and I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning and I couldn't believe that my mother was sitting next to me, looking at me sympathetically. My mother approached me on the bed and hugged me and that's when I had a chance to cry, I cried a lot and my mother didn't say anything other than patting me on the back as is usual for a mother to caress her child, I cried a lot, but if you asked me why I was crying like that, I didn't have an answer or a basic reason, I just felt like crying.
That day, I never found out what happened until much later when I came to find out that my mother had been poisoned, even though it was a small amount but that is what got her in the condition I had found her in when I returned home. The reason she was given poison is what made us live the life that you see me living today with my family" Nurryat whom we know as Nayrah rested a little after narrating the history of her life while shedding tears and then continued again when the man did not say anything, he was attentively listening to her.
"That day, after leaving the hospital and arriving home, my father was not there. We tried to ask our employee, he replied that he left yesterday and had not returned home. I saw my mother whining but she tried hard to hide it in front of the children who were crying because it was the second day they had not seen their father. After a while my mother went to her bedroom and closed the door, she stayed there for a long time and when she came back her face was very swollen, of course, I understood that she was crying although I did not know what was the reason that made my mother cry. It was the first time I saw my mother in that condition, I never saw her cry because they lived peacefully and my father never mistreated her, that made my mother one of the happiest women alive.
The day went without peace at home and the next day I didn't even go to school but I was surprised that my mother didn't ask me anything. The next evening my father came back looking like a very confused person at that time we were at the table eating dinner, When he arrived, he went straight to the bedroom and my mother had to follow him there, where they spent half an hour with us having no clue to what was going on. I remember my younger siblings were watching cartoons in the living room on the couch, they were very happy with no clue to what was going on.
We heard the outside gate being knocked very hard. The security guard opened it and then we witnessed a large group of people coming in without even knocking, I remember there were at least ten people. Four men were in suits and five were wearing police uniforms which without a doubt were the police but one of them wore a different suit from his colleagues and had a bag in his hand with glasses, I knew straight away that the man would be a lawyer. What surprised me was seeing the man who a few days ago had come to the house as my father's brother and he was in a suit. He was the one who seemed to lead the people here and his arrival was not friendly by his appearance.
"Where are your father and mother" was the strong voice of one of the police who were there, he scared me so much that I had to answer them.
"They are in the bedroom" I answered scared
"Go and get them quickly" he ordered me.