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Thursday, August 11, 2005

Fan fic part 2
"Very well Umar." Smiled Mr. Isthar.
It was rare to se Mr. Ishtar, smile, Umar Entari seemed like a respectable young doctor and deserving of the rare and approving smile.
"Oh, how could I forget." Umar laughed taking his wife's hand. "This is my wife, Henden, and our daughter, Zeranah."
"Hello." Henden smiled.
Mrs. Ishtar was arriving with the children at this point. Mr. Ishtar turned to see her, and greeted her with a nod of the head.
"This is my wife, Mrs. Ishtar, and children, Malik and Isis." Mr. Ishtar informed.
"And our son, Rasheed." Mrs. Ishtar added.
Mr. Ishtar glared at his wife, but brushed off the comment for now.
"I'm sure your eager to see your rooms." Mrs. Ishtar said changing the subject from family.
"Yes, that would be nice." Umar replied.

June 20, 1982
Henden had finally finished unpacking. It seemed like it had taken for ever, but she was done. The walls in their rooms were all dull yellow brown, and the fact that they were stone made it impossible to hang pictures. Henden was used to living in a very western style home, with lots of wall space, carpets, electric lights in all of the rooms, and a bath all to her self. Things were very different down here.
"If you ever get the chance to live the way your ancestors did, take it!" Henden remembered her mother, Denzen, saying.
Denzen or Dr. Denzen was an archeologist and she often encouraged both her daughters to take up the profession that she and her husband shared. But Inta, the elder daughter, moved away to England as soon as she turned eighteen and Henden had always been sickly.
"Mommy." Zeranah called from another room.
"Yes darling?" Asked Henden standing from the empty box in-front of her.
"Mawik said I was stupwid!" the little girl rubbed the back of her hand across her face, smearing dirt and tears across her cheeks.
"I'm sure he didn't mean it." Henden laughed.
She led her small daughter down the hall to the bathroom they shared with her Isis and Mrs. Istar.
"He's not our son!" She heard Mr. Ishtar said in a distressed tone.
"He is!" Mrs. Ishtar retorted.
The elder woman's voice was sad and she seemed as if she was about to cry.
"Rasheed was given to us, to care for, he's old enough to care for himself, he's never been our son!"
"You treated him as so, before Isis and Malik were born!" Mrs. Ishtar shouted.
"Do you resent our own flesh and blood?" Shouted back the man.
Henden hurried down the long hall way. It wasn't her business the private life of the Ishtar's, even though she was living with them now, if they wanted to tell her, they would.
Henden began washing off her daughters dirty face, trying not to think of what she'd over heard.
"Mommy." Zeranah smiled.
"Yes dear?" Asked Henden.
"I wanna go pway with Rashee, he was sad!" The little girl informed.
"Okay, but don't get dirty again." Henden said sending her daughter to go play.

June 27, 1982

"What happened?" Mr. Ishtar shouted.
The night was dark and the kerosene lamps in the hall hadn't yet been lit.
"It seems a snake has gotten in." This voice of a younger man.
Henden awoke to find her husband gone.
"Umar?" She called into the night.
Their was no answer.
"You weren't careful when you came!" Mr. Ishtar's voice again rang through the hall and into the open door.
"My deepest apologies." the younger man replied.
"It's no ones fault." Umar's voice was now joining the feud.
"Papa--" The voice of a young Child was there.
Henden threw back her blankets and leaped from the bed changing from her night clothes into the ones she'd had on that day.
"Zeranah!" She called now knowing Umar was in the hall.
Zeranah didn't answer. The child was a light sleeper and would wake up if one of her parents stirred in the next room, she wasn't just asleep, this meant the child wasn't there-- Had someone said something about a snake? was it poisonous? Had it found one of the children? Had it gotten to Zeranah.
"Zeranah!" Henden shouted now fumbling with the match to light the lamp beside her bed.
"It's all-right." Isis said from behind her.
"Isis, where is Zeranah?" Asked Henden worried.
"She left while you were a sleep, she followed out Dr. Umar and she's with Mother now." Isis explained.
Zeranah struck the match successfully this time and the lamp reviled Isis' tear stained face.
"Wha-whats wrong?" Henden stammered.
"A relative is visiting, some how, when they were at the door leading above a cob--"
"Who was bit?" Asked Henden knowing something along the lines of what she'd been thinking had happened.
"Malik." The little girl sobbed.
The woman pursed her lips together for a moment in thought.
"It will be okay." Henden said after a while.
"It will?"
"Yes."

Henden made her way to the room that Isis occupied, in one corner there was a book shelf in another their was the bed, night stand and dresser, and there were two doors on the left wall. One leading into the hall and the other to her parents room.
Zeranah was on the floor sitting holdind her rag doll tight against her chest and Mrs. Ishtar was in the next room praying.
Henden could hear the soft chanting float through the door. Something about Isis goddess of the thrown and Horus her child then something about Thoth the healer. Henden wondered how bad it was, Mrs. Ishtar had been a woman that relied on common sense before any type of religious help, but here she was calling on ancient gods.
Henden her self believe in God, and was a devout Christian, though Umar was an Atheist himself, she wondered if she should call on God for help now.
"Mommy, it's bleeding real bad! Daddy sucked out all the posin but Mawik is fevorwish!" Zeranah's nervous voice broke through the thoughts Henden was dwelling on.
"I see." Henden replied making her way to the room where Mrs. Ishtar was.
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