"Kareemah, come over to my house now!" my older sister, Maleeka yells at me over the phone. "I'm busy" I try to explain. "I don't really care" Maleeka and Khadijah say into the phone in sync. "And I don't care either" I say back at them. "For God's sake your mother is dying and wants to see you!" Khadijah says angrily. "Why does she want to see me? For crying out loud, we all know she's not our fucking mother, she lied to us more than half of our lives, Khadijah, she lied to us!" I say really frustrated. I can't hold the conversation on much longer so I yell at Maleeka and cut her off as she tries to speak, "To fucking hell with her!" and I hang up.
I know it's not very nice of me to say what I said, but I have legit reasons. This woman raised us up with our father, she lied to us that she was our mother, and after all this, my sisters still care. Like why tf? I know my father lied along with her too, but before he passed on, he told my siblings why, he said that he wanted us to feel loved, and feel the love of two parents, but the bitch still denied, and claimed my father was lying, till I went deep to look for prove.
I went to the hospital I was born at, and went through files from 18 years ago at that time, and I found out that it was all a lie, my birth mother was Mariam (Haqq) Abdulsalami, her twin sister. The mom impersonator is Aaliyah Haqq, she married my father, after she destroyed my parents marriage. This woman is very much of a bad person, she told my mother that my father was cheating on her with girls from the Mosque, deceiving them that he was teaching them the Holy way, by having rounds of sex with every one of them. But it was all a lie, my mother reported to the Mosque out of anger, the authorities fired him from teaching in the lessons and eventually threw him out of the mosque.
My parents got a divorce, and at the time I was just 2, Maleeka and Khadijah were just 8 and my older brother (Khalid) was 5. Unknown to my mom, Aaliyah went behind her back and told my father, that the reason why my mom lied against him in the mosque was because she had been looking for a way to get back at him after deceiving her into staying back at home, while he went to Mecca behind her back. They finally got divorced, and my mom moved away to Trinidad and Tobago to stay with her family. I heard that she tried to take my siblings and I along with her, but with false allegation that she wasn't a good mother, the court thought it best for us to stay with our father. Of course, at the time, none of my siblings and I knew what was going on, it was in a period of summer, and we were at Saudi Arabia, with our paternal grandparents. So, on getting back, our mom and her sister being identical twins, looked the same to us. All my father and his new wife said was that her sister died. So, what we were thinking was that our mother's sister had died, and we grew up thinking that, till some point when my dad was very ill and dying, yet she still denied.
What brought this to our knowing, was that my father found out about all the lies Aaliyah told, and it was one day when we were all home, and they were arguing about it. That was the first time, I ever saw my father lay his hand on a woman, he struck her face with a slap and went angrily to his room. Aaliyah walked out of the house angrily, and didn't return. I called her, asking her what happened. "Your father was just really angry at me, baby. Nothing big" she lied. I was very angry at my father for laying his hand on my mother (so I thought), so I went to Khloé's house. Khloé and Maleeka had been best friends since they were in High School, and she was always there for me, Kendall and I were classmates and best friends too, so we were all really close.
While I wasn't home, my father had told my siblings what really happened, and made them promise not to tell me till I had finished with my SAT's, so I could concentrate. They had to cut off parts on the KUWTK show that mentioned about it, just for then so that I wouldn't find out while watching, or see it on the news. Everybody knew what was going on, but all kept quiet at that time. I felt like they were hiding something from me, I tried to get them to talk, but no one did. I found out my dad was very ill and they lied to me that that was what they were keeping from me, so that I would concentrate.
The day of my SAT's finally came. I finished writing and called my sisters, no one answered their calls. I tried to call Khalid, he didn't pick either, I called Khloé to ask if she had seen any of my siblings, because I was done writing, and I wanted to go home, she said she was with my sisters, and she was going to come pick me.
Khloé finally came after what seemed to be a long time. There was lots of paparazzi when she came, and she held my hand tight to get through all of them, she didn't look happy at all, so the paparazzi kept throwing questions at her, "Why so gloomy?", "Having problems with Lamar?" and yada yada yada. As we got into the car, I rolled the glass down, and stuck my tongue out at a TMZ reporter who had tried to get hold of me, when Khloé hit his hand hard. Then, I turned and tried to greet Scott playfully, but all he did was return a weak smile. Both him and Khloé asked how the exam went, I told them that it went fine. Well after that conversation, the journey back home was really silent, no one said anything, even Scott who's much of the conversationsalist, he just sat still and stared at nothing. I tried to start up conversations, but to no avail, so I gave up and went through my phone. When, I saw my sister's tweet '😭😭😭😭you were young R.I.P. Insha Allah', I turned to Khloé, "who died?" I asked not really bothered, at the time I hadn't really felt the death of any body hit me, cause I just didn't think it could happen to someone so close to me. But, she still didn't reply me.
I finally saw us pull up into our huge mansion in Old Town Calabasas. We walked out of the car, and saw so many cars in the area. Khloé walked in front of Scott and I, while Scott held my hand. As we got to the door step, Scott whispered in my ear, "I know you're strong" and we walked into the house, as he shut the door behind me. No one was on the floor we were on, but I heard a lot of people crying, I followed closely behind Scott, as we walked up the staircase to the second floor where I saw a ceremony. My father was laid in the middle of the room, on white sheets, dressed in Islamic attire, there were candles arranged in front of him, as I ran towards him. "Daddy!Daddy!" I cried, I tried all my best to wake him up by shaking him. "It's a dream!" I tried to tell myself, "it's all a stupid dream" I said, crying. Khalid came over to where I was and picked me up. "Shh baby, you'll be fine. Daddy wouldn't want to see you cry, you're his princess" he said into my ebony hair. I couldn't control my tears, so I left there and went up to my room. Khalid and Scott followed me. I lay on my bed and cried myself to sleep, as they just stayed there trying to console me. My brother didn't cry, he just stayed there murmuring some things to himself.
Well, that was how I lost my father. According to Muslim tradition, we were meant to bury him the day he died, but no one was ready to do so, so we kept him in a room, and buried him the next day. I found out that Aaliyah wasn't my mom, when our family lawyer came to the house with our father's will, and I was really annoyed that I was the last to find out, but I wasn't as outrageous as I was when Aaliyah walked into the room, "YOU IMPERSONATOOOOOR!!!!" I screamed at her. "Let me at her!!" I shouted and struggled while Khalid was holding me back from going to hit her. "Tell me bitch, where's my mother?!!" I asked furiously. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm your mother" she lied. "You're not! You're a liar!!!! You separated my parents!!!!!" I screamed at her. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm your mother, your father's death is probably messing with your head" she said, rolling her eyes. That just got me really annoyed, and I don't know where the strength came from, but I found my way out of Khalid's grip, took off my heels and threw them at her, only one shoe hit her, I ran towards her before anyone could stop me, as she ran down the stairs, I chased after her, and got her, then, I started beating her up. I was so angry, and I felt I was doing a huge favor both to my father and mother by beating that idiot up. Khalid and the lawyer tried to stop me from beating her, but I mistakenly, used my fingernails to scar into Khalid's arm and I punched the lawyer. I scratched Aaliyah's stupid face, as my sisters tried to talk me out of what I was doing. But I felt satisfied, and I wasn't going to stop. She screamed for help, but nobody could, cause I was very angry. I had never seen myself this temperamental before. I finally came back to my senses when I looked at her face, I had broken her nose, she had scratches all over, and she was bleeding. I got up, and pulled her by her hair out of the house and I told her never to return. Later that day, I took all of her belongings and burnt them out. Clearly, my sisters and my brother were very afraid of me at that time. Till today, I don't regret my actions, maybe only that I regret it was recorded on Haqq, and it attracted a lot of attention and comments, but I didn't care twice.
Anyway, since that time, I rejected her from my life, and so did my brother, but as she went on to beg my sisters, they immediately forgave her. But we are all trying our best to look for our mom, the only thing Aaliyah told my sisters was that she moved to Trindad with her parents, but her parents were dead at the time, and we couldn't find any means of getting to our mom, because their parents had only mom and Aaliyah.
I've thought many times, to just forgive and move on, but I can't, she destroyed my family, she tore us apart. She's a devil!
I turned to continue with my work as I tried to shift everything that happened in the past behind my mind.
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Hey dolls!!!!!
I hope you guys loved it, drop comments, and let me know what you think. Share this book, tell your friends about it, it's not everyday you get to see a Haqq fan-fiction, so I decided, Hey! Why don't I do that? The Khalid in this book, is Khalid Robinson, so you should have a picture of how he appears, then, Mariam and Aaliyah, are Beyoncé in two places😹, you should know Maleeka and Khadijah Haqq, the dad, is their real dad too, and Kareemah is me, (I'm on the book cover and on the media for this chapter). Okayyyy!!! Don't forget to vote too😉😉😉
I'm already working on the next chapter. Bye!!!! Have a great weekend!❤️
xo with a lot of rainbows, Chiweta💗😘🌈🌈🌈
