Allah Will Provide, part 1

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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"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