From My School Yard to Stranded in Dubai! An Insane Story: Part 2
One day, she video called me from the roof of a tall building, weeping. I was very shocked and tried to calm her down. She yelled at me, “I am going to die. You have made my life too difficult. Just know that you are responsible for my death. I HATE YOU!” I was completely numb with fear. Luckily, she listened to me as I told her that I would never harm her feelings again, and that I truly loved her. I added, “I LOVE YOU,” up to ten times. I did not know if she was really about to commit suicide, but if she had, I would have certainly felt responsible. Thanks to Allah, that never happened.
I used to call her repeatedly and comfort her by promising that I would be her dream husband. I told her how I would take care of her when she got pregnant, got sick, delivered our child, and whenever she needed me. I even told her that she would never need to comb her hair again because I would do it for her. She was very happy to hear such things from me. She forgot everything I had done to her, and I became the happiest person in the world that week.
When that blissful week ended, I reverted to my former self. I did not answer her phone calls and only occasionally responded to her WhatsApp messages. She worried about me and started wondering what had caused me to change so suddenly. I did this to show no mercy to her and to avoid being seen as weak. Although I was truly in love with her, I wanted to avoid the situation that had led to her suicide attempt.
Next summer, she came back from Dubai. We went to the Rays Hotel for dinner. She blamed me for being a careless love partner, but I tried to comfort her, even though I did not change my behavior. We had a good conversation and promised to be loyal to each other. Sacdiya was very generous. She bought me a new car, an iPhone, and a beautiful watch. She also paid for dinner and our other expenses while we were together. I sometimes tried to pay for things, but she did not allow it.
During the year that we were not together, she went to the gym and became more beautiful and attractive. I thought, “When I marry this girl, I will be the luckiest man on earth, having affairs with the sexiest girl and having beautiful children.” All of these things were true, but I did not have the courage to make them happen.
She went back to Dubai, and I resumed my routine of not answering her phone calls and blaming her for meaningless things. A friend of mine who heard how I treated her warned me, “The way you deal with this is unacceptable. One day you will be alone without her shoulder.” I did not care about his remarks.
One day, she asked me to come to Dubai to have fun with her and explore new things. I accepted and applied for a one-month visa. She paid for my expenses. When I reached Dubai Airport, I was amazed at how beautiful the city was. I took an oath that I would never return to Somalia, but I forgot that I only had a one-month visa, January 2020.
She took me to wonderful places like the Burj Khalifa tower, where we had soft food, drinks, and took pictures. While I was with her, she also took me to her home and introduced me to her family members. They all welcomed me.
Two days later, while I was enjoying the city views and staying at a hotel, she came to me and asked about our future. I said, “Babe, you know I love you and you love me too, but it will not remain like this if you don’t give me more attention. I still don’t love you 100%, but I think I will.” She got silent and did not talk for about ten minutes. She wept and simply left! I could have said sorry and settled things, but I never did. I thought she would come back as before, yet that was the biggest mistake of my life. I remained at the hotel for two more days, waiting for her call. When I did not receive any call from her, I called her, but her phone was switched off. I almost called a thousand times, but it was still unavailable.
I was never able to call or see her again. I called her sister to ask her to give the phone to Sacdiya, but she did not accept. I even cried while on the phone, but it was all in vain. I blamed myself for how I treated her, but it was too late to resolve anything.
While I was stranded in the hotel for a week since I last saw her, I was asked to pay the hotel expenses, which were around one thousand dollars. I did not have any money close to that amount, as all my expenses had been paid by her, who had now disappeared. I called many of my friends in the country and beyond to help him pay the hotel expenses, and I finally managed to pay.
When I finally left the hotel, there was another problem. I did not have the required money to board a flight back to my homeland. My family, who did not know the reason I went to Dubai, heard what happened. What a shame! They sold my car and sent me the money. I was finally able to return home.
When I went to Dubai and when I came back were very different experiences. I had someone who truly loved me, but now I was alone. I had seen myself as the luckiest man in the world, having someone who gave me everything a human being needed. But now, I saw myself as the most useless person who failed to utilize countless opportunities. Most importantly, I loved her, though I didn’t treat her as well as she deserved. I still loved her, but she hated me. There was nothing I could do.
For years and years since the day my darling and I split, I have never forgotten, and I don’t think I ever will. I call her on a daily basis, but rejection is the only result. Wherever she goes and whatever she does, I will be right here waiting for her.
