Allah Will Provide, part 1 by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ~~~ "Ahmeed, Hussein, and Samirah, come to me," Mustafa called out to them from the back room. The three children went to see what their father wanted, each afraid of what he might say. Since Saddam has been over thrown and the Americans took over, life has been very hard for most Iraqi citizens. "Sit," he instructed, pointing to the mats on the floor they use for sleeping. The news will not be easy for the children but he felt they needed to know. "More than seven weeks ago your mother went with Aishia to Damascus in search of work. She was to send for us once she had money and found a place to live. We have not heard from her or Aishia since they left and we must assume the worse." Samirah's mouth dropped open and she began to cry. When her mother left, she told her that as the only girl at home, she would be responsible to care for the baby and to look after the rest of the family until they are joined again. She has tried to do her best but it has been very hard. She turned to Ahmeed, at 15-years old; he's the oldest of the children and is in charge when their father leaves to find work. He too had tears in his eyes but was too manly to show them. 13-year-old Hussein wasn't as strong and began sobbing at the thought of losing his mother and younger sister. Aishia had just turned 12 a week before they left and their mother thought she was old enough to find work as a house servant and help earn money to send for the others. Samirah won't be 10 for two more months and was too small to really help out. Besides, as her mother pointed out, she would be only one more mouth to feed until they earn money. "Do not mention this to your brothers," Mustafa warned. "I do not want to worry them needlessly. They are still young and won't fully understand." The children nodded in agreement. Hugging his children, he kissed each of them on the forehead. "I must go into the city to look for work. I shall return later today. Ahmeed, you watch over them," he said putting his hand on his eldest child's shoulder. "Father, you go everyday to the city and you find very little work and you are gone so long every day." "I know, my son, but I must do what I can. Even if I make enough for a few vegetables I can make a soup and hopefully I will have enough left over to buy some goat's milk for the baby. Remember, through faith, Allah will provide for us." "Allow me to go with you then. The two of us looking will surely find work." "Ahmeed, I have told you before, you are the eldest and if anything were to happen to me, you must care for the family." "Don't say that, Father. Nothing will happen to you." "We don't know that. Everyday there are bombs in the market place and gunshots are heard all around. The Taliban is trying to take back this area and they are fighting much more with the Americans." "Then please, Father, do not go. It is too dangerous!" "I must, my son or we will have nothing to eat. It has already been two days since the last time any of us has had food and the baby is getting sick from having only water to drink. If I am not home by sunset, make sure the family is taken care of." The three watched as their father left, kissing the foreheads of their seven-year-old brother, Habib and five-year-old Zafar before walking to Omar lying in his crib. "Goodbye, my son," he said bending over to kiss his baby. Samirah picked up the crying child and rocked him gently. He's so hungry. They all are. For more than a day her stomach has hurt and makes funny noises often. Never before has she gone so long without food. "Have some more water," she said pushing the bottle to the baby's mouth. Within seconds the baby began choking and coughing, and Samirah turned him to pat his back just as he began vomiting all over her. That's the third time in two days he's done that! Handing Omar to Hussein, she rushed outside. "I must go to the river to clean up," she called out holding her dress away from her body and turning her head to avoid smelling the stench. The river is only a half a kilometer away but seems so far when you're rushing to get there. Removing the soiled garment, she squatted at the river's bank, and rubbed the fabric together to remove the baby's mucus. She heard the voices before she saw who they were and turned to see the three American soldiers heading her way. She stood to leave, dropping her dress in her haste. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of the men asked rushing toward her. She looked back at them as she ran to escape and tripped, falling to the ground. The men quickly over took her. "Where do you think you're going, whore?" one of them asked towering over her. Another one reached down, pulling her arm and jerking her to stand. "Where's your escort? I hear if you don't have a male family member escorting you, then you're a whore. Is that true, whore?" "And look how she's dressed," the third man said roaming his eyes up and down her body. "Or should I say how she's NOT dressed," he added to the laughter of the others. "Only whores run around without any clothes on!" "This bitch ain't got no tits," the taller of the three said reaching out to tweak her nipple. "No, but I bet she's got a nice tight pussy, don't you whore?" "Is it true Iraqi girls have tight pussies?" "Yea, that's what I heard." "Well, I say let's find out!" she heard before being lifted off her feet and carried toward the wooded area. She struggled, pounding her fists against the back of the man carrying her. Realizing that wasn't working, she yelled out as loud as she could for help. She never saw the fist crashing down on her back, knocking the wind out of her. "Shut the fuck up!" someone growled jerking her head up by her hair. She was brutally dropped to the muddy bank with a thud and once again had the air knocked from her lungs. She stared up at the three large men, each of them unbuckling their pants and glaring down at her. "I found her, I'm going first," the stockiest of the three said reaching down to pull her panties off. She had seen her brothers naked from time to time and knew what those things were between their legs, but these were so much larger than any she'd ever seen before. She also has lived a very sheltered life and didn't know where they intended to put those large things until he knelt between her legs and tried pushing it into her small crack. Using spit to wet the tip of his cock, he rubbed some spittle on her privates before trying once again to enter her. She cried out as the tip split her open and her body tensed. "Someone shove something into this whore's mouth to keep her quiet!" the man trying to push his thing inside of her called out. One of the other men knelt next to her head and pointed his hard thingy towards her mouth. "Suck it, Slut!" he said rubbing it along her lips. Samirah was terrified. Never before has anything like this happened to her and the pain building between her legs was more than she could stand. Finally something gave way and the thick, hard flesh of the American forced its way inside of her budding womanhood. She opened her mouth to scream from the pain only to have the other man push his fleshy member further inside of her mouth, gagging her. The two men repeatedly forced their filthy things into her body, one inside of her most private place and the other into her mouth making her want to throw up, just as Omar had done earlier. The third man began slobbering and sucking on her nipples, pinching and pulling them trying to get closer to her around the man thrusting on top of her. Tears rolled down her face as the pain between her legs grew and felt more like fire burning through her lower body. "God damn, she's so fuckin' tight!" the man pushing himself into her called out before slowing down. She felt it twitching, several times and even thought it swelled thicker before suddenly growing soft. Not more than a minute later he pulled the stick of pain out of her burning crack and stared down at her. "Fuck me, this whore was a virgin," he said smiling. The man who had his thing inside her mouth moved around to get between her legs. She cried out as he thrust himself into her aching hole and the third man knelt near her head, trying to push his thingy into her mouth. It hurt so much that she couldn't move and laid still as the man on top pounded her body deeper into the muddy bank while the other gagged her repeatedly by pushing his thing too far into her mouth. The man jamming himself inside of her cried out, thrusting his hips one last time before keeping it joined to her and she felt the new sensation of it jerking deep inside of her. She felt wet inside and wondered why that was. The man rolled off of her and the last one pulled out of her mouth and rushed around to get between her legs. Exhausted, she could only grunt as he entered her sore hole. Staring up at the tree-lined canopy she waited until the last man finished, not fighting or resisting until she felt his cock twitching inside the place that should have been only for her husband. The three of them washed off and looked down at the battered young girl. "Thanks for the fuck, whore," one of them said pulling out some money and dropping it on the ground next to her. The other two did the same with one of the bills sticking to her sweaty chest. Lying for several minutes, she waited for them to leave before sitting up. Her privates were coated with blood and burned as if on fire. A large, bloody glob of something oozed out and she felt it following her butt crack until it stopped at the ground. Pulling herself up, she washed off and redressed. It took her a while to get home, as each step was agony. Never before has she hurt like this and for a while she thought she might die. Once home, she made her way toward the backroom holding her lower stomach. "What's wrong?" Ahmeed asked seeing his little sister obviously in pain. "My stomach hurts," she replied holding onto the doorframe for support. "I'm going to lie down." "It's probably 'cause you're so hungry. My stomach was hurting a lot earlier too," Hessein added wondering if they'd have something to eat later. Reaching her matt, she eased herself down and curled into the fetal position. Her privates really hurt and she wondered if they tore something down there because there was so much blood. A single tear rolled down her face as she remembered what they did to her. She couldn't fall asleep and for the longest time she softly moaned from the pain until everything went dark. *** "Samirah, wake up," she heard someone shouting as her body was jerked from side to side. "Father's home." She felt a wave of relief as she had been worried sick about never seeing him again. "Does he have food?" she asked pulling herself to sit up. "No, there was no work for him. He can't even get goat milk for Omar," Ahmeed said with a saddened expression. "We won't eat again tonight." Coming into the room their father knelt next to her. "Are you alright, my daughter?" She nodded. "I hear you had a bad tummy ache. Are you better?" "Yes, father. I feel much better now," she replied gritting her teeth from the dull ache still throbbing between her legs. "I am sorry, Samirah, but I have failed again as your father. There is no money for food and we must go one more night hungry." She felt a tinge of sadness for her family before she remembered the money the American soldiers gave her. "I have money, Father," she said reaching into her dress pocket to get the Dollars the men had thrown at her. Mustafa looked at the foreign currency with his brow furrowed. "Where did you get this money, Samirah?" She wasn't sure what to tell him but while waiting to fall asleep, she thought of something he might believe. She knew she couldn't bring shame and dishonor to her family by telling him the truth. "Omar vomited on me earlier and I went to the river to clean up and saw some American soldiers there. I told them that the baby was sick because we have no milk and that my family hasn't eaten in two days and they felt bad for me and gave me some money." Her father's expression changed from concern to joy. "Oh, praises to Allah, our prayers have been answered!" he exclaimed, grabbing her from the floor and tossing her into the air. "I always knew he would provide for us and through faith, would save our family! Samirah, you are both beautiful and smart and will make a fine wife one day!" he said kissing her cheek and hugging her tightly. All the shifting around made her aching privates hurt even more but she couldn't let him know that. "Great news, children!" he called out carrying her into the next room in his arms. "Through Samirah, Allah has saved our family and has given us enough money to buy milk, bread, vegetables, meat and seasoning. There should also be enough to buy medicine for Zafar!" She looked over at her sickly little brother. He's had a bad cough for weeks and it won't go away. Often he coughs so much he throws up and can hardly speak from such a sore throat. Setting her down, their father announced that he would return within the hour, as he would travel to the city to buy what they needed. Her brothers were overjoyed and each hugged her tightly saying how proud and happy they were of her and treated her very kindly. In spite of what the men did to her, she was glad to get the money. That night they feasted and ate until they couldn't eat any more. Mustafa only had a few Dinars remaining from the money but it would be enough for a bottle of goats milk for the baby in the morning. He would worry about the other children later. Besides, he would travel once again to the city in search of work and perhaps he will find something tomorrow. "Will you be going to the river tomorrow?" Hussein asked smiling widely at his little sister. Her private's still tingles from the abuse she received earlier and she cringed at the thought. Returning the smile she shrugged her shoulders looking down at her empty plate before rubbing her full stomach. "I hope so 'cause we all need new sandals and I haven't had any new clothes in over two years." "Neither have I," Ahmeed chimed in slugging his younger brother in the arm. "We need many things but there's just no money for it," their father spoke up. "If Samirah wishes to ask the American's for more money and they give it to her, then we will all rejoice and have food to eat and maybe money left over for other things but if she does not or they don't give it to her, then we shall be like we are now. Either way, through Samirah, Allah will provide for us." They all went to bed smiling as they all had a full stomach and a warm heart. Samirah looked at her brothers and her father. They were all so happy to get the money and she can't remember the last time she tasted such good food. It wasn't so bad what the Americans soldiers did to her, was it? Maybe it was meant to be. Her father did say that Allah would provide for the family through her. Perhaps this is how she is to provide. Tomorrow she will return to the river to see if the soldiers are still there. She drifted off to sleep listening to the labored snoring of her father and the cooing of her baby brother. ~ end of part 1