The Nile's Edge

It is a beautiful day my husband and I are sitting on the water’s edge of the Nile. We are celebrating the great news about expecting our first child. We have an incredibly happy marriage with a great love and a mutual respect that I have never experienced in this life.

We are equal and he truly treats me like a partner. I married into a more privileged lifestyle than I had before, but I had the proper lineage that approved our marriage. We live together in a beautiful compound where his parents and siblings reside as well. Something that is not uncommon for this type of household, it seems to be a line of royalty of some sort.

We are talking about getting our own place before our child is born because as of late there has been chaos in our home. My brother-in-law often harasses me and when his brother is not home, he finds reasons to be around me. A few weeks ago, I was in the bathing house and he came in uninvited. I asked him to leave and he would not. Luckily, my sister-in-law entered before anything could happen. She questioned him why he was there, and he made up lies that I often tease and taunt him causing him to lose his mind. She believed her brother but of course my husband believed me when I told him of what happened.

The two have always been competitive. I had met his brother first when we were children, we had some sort of training classes together. We got along well, and he must have had an affection for me that I was not aware of. Years later after my husband and I first started dating and he wanted me to meet his family, it was then I realized I knew his brother from those classes. He seemed to attach some sort of game to all of it often saying it was him that met me first.

On this day by the water’s edge, it was peaceful day, and I was so looking forward to having our new home together. There was some property that the family owned that we could build on and it was that day he had a meeting planned to begin the construction so that it could be completed in time for our new child. He went on his way and I continued sitting in the sun by the water when his sister approached me in a more friendly way than she been lately. She said she needed to do somethings that required going down the river and asked if I would ride along. She said she wanted to fix things and make more like they had been before, and she was not happy about us leaving the estate on such bad terms and that family needed to stick together and I agreed to go with her.

As we got on the boat and started down the Nile, I could see my husband running down the edge of the water waving at me, also at this time I realized his sister began talking downward toward me. The way I was positioned in the boat I could see my husband hollering out something but between the distance and my sister-in-law’s now loud voice screaming at me I could not hear what he is saying only that there was an emergency of some kind by the way he was waving for me to come back. I told her I want to go back, and she refused. I stood up and we began to struggle, and she tossed me off the boat into the water. I was treading the water trying to get acclimated and it was then she took the ore and started hitting me on the head with it trying to push me under the water. I could hear my husband’s cries as they seemed to be getting closer but suddenly there was a hard blow to my head.

This is when I leave my body and I see things from above. I see my husband in a boat approaching me and he jumps in and gets me on the boat, but it is too late, I am limp and have lots of blood that is on me, in the water and on him. His sister seems distraught as she is on her knees on the floor of the boat saying to her brother that she had to do it for the family. He is rocking me back and forth crying. As I watch this, I have a larger picture of why this happened, and I do not have animosity against his sister. All I feel is the love for my husband and a sadness that I can be with him. I notice that time is going extremely fast and I now can now see my sister-in-law paying for her crime and then I can see my husband alone in the house we were to build together. He is trying to move on, but he cannot then, I see him much older still alone. Suddenly, I feel something pulling me away and I am going faster and faster and there is this light I am moving toward that is getting brighter and brighter and then there he is, I can see him.