Tarik Bein

Young, East-African Girl

I stared at him as he laid there with his eyes wide open. Angry, abandoned, and hurt that someone he loves so much took a gun and put a bullet through his skull. Shouldn’t I feel some kind remorse? I mean after all I did just kill human being. A man that was only my lover; the husband of my sister but also my employer. When he was kind he was extremely kind, generous, I dare to even say loving. But when you mess with the man’s money the kind Muslim man disappeared. He turned into a monster like you have never seen. He would tell me “I drink the blood of those who steal from me”. Often times I would try to fight back the urge from just laughing. I mean come on, what a drama queen right? He watched too many American films I tell you. The fragility of a rich middle eastern man’s ego. "Uff ya rebbel alemin forgive me but it had to be done". I did my sister, his daughters, and his other women a favor. Men like him, men that pray to Allah Five times a day; wearing their zebiba on their forehead like a batch of honor; while simultaneously prostituting women in secret and taking all the money for themselves. Well that’s beyond "HARAM" (forbidden)!