I was born Feb, 1985. I am the only girl out of five. At the time I was the only girl out of four due to the fact that my little brother wasn’t born yet. I was a happy baby, who took to things pretty fast. I hated being wet so I used to scream until some one would change me, soon after I learned to crawl to the potty chair. The potty chair for some reason in my baby pictures was always in the broom closet. I was told that the reason I was always laughing in the pictures of me on this plastic waste collector, was because my parents would make me laugh to help me giggle the urine out of me. I never ever wet the bed in my entire life due to the fact that I hated being wet…
I was a very wide smiling child with curly hair and big eyes. My eyes are still big and so is my smile, and hair is just as curly. My little brother was born a year and a half after me, he was born two months early, and had to stay in the hospital for a while. His lungs weren’t developed and he needed to mature in the hospital. When my parents brought him home, I found I was no longer the baby. I went to put one of his pacifiers in my mouth, and my Mum told me that was the babies pacifier, and that I was not a baby. So I went around and collected every pacifier in the house and gave them to my Mum. I was a big girl now…
My parents moved a lot before I was 5. Well it seemed like a lot for a little kid. Between Michigan and Florida there where several towns, houses and trailers. We finally moved into the house that my parents bought from my Dad’s Dad when I was about 4, I had my 5th birthday in that house…
My Mom went to several different churches while we were growing up, they were all pretty much names of Christian Saints, Saint Peters, Saint Frances, Saint Paul’s, and so on. Then there were the different denominations. In all of these churches the women weren’t nice to my mum or to us kids, and neither were the women’s children nice to us. Finally My mum went to this one church, The SDA (Seventh Day Adventist) Church. She was amazed that they were preaching right out of the bible and not yelling loudly or rolling in the isles yelling in “tongues” scaring us half to death. The women and children were still mean but not all, and mum finally had some friends, so we stayed…
I was attending elementary School around this time. The class room smelled of urine and bleach and the floor some times had poo stains on it, well not really stains, just poo. I hated nap time the sleeping mats smelled of those lovely odors, and the teacher was mean. One day a girl hit this boy and he blamed it on me, and the teacher said I was a “Liar” when I said I didn’t do it. She made me sit on a tiny stool with my knees pushed up into my chest because it was so short, and I had to balance from falling off of it it was too small to sit on. I sat on it the entire day, the only time I got to get up from it was for lunch. When we came back from lunch she asked me if I was going to tell the “Truth.” I again said I didn’t do it, so she put me back on the stool. I hated that school, kids would point and laugh at me when I would pray during lunch time. I remember Mum dressing me in tights or in pretty out fits, except they were hard to get undone when one wanted to go to the bathroom. So I would be in the bathroom for a little too long, so the teacher would line the students up outside the bathroom door and knock on the door and ask me if I was done yet. My Father went to the school one day and saw me get pushed down and a teacher not do anything about it, so he took me home that day and never took me back. The teacher told my parents that I didn’t know my Alphabet people, and my mum was like, “What is an Alphabet Person?” (Mum is pretty smart, I’d of asked too)The teacher told her that they were made up people to help children learn their Alphabet. Mum was like, “She knows her Alphabet, she has been saying it since she was a baby!”, and the teacher told her I didn’t and that I need to be held back, she thinks I’m slow…
So Mum and Dad enrolled me in the SDA private school. We had a lovely teacher, unfortunately a drunk driver hit and killed her one day, all of us children of the one room school 1st through 8th grade cried. Soon her substitute took over, and she was a young woman who was a bad teacher. She once told My Grandmother I was “Cute but dumb“. My Grandmother told me once, “That girl was a twit.” I never learned anything from her, I don’t even remember school work at all, I just sat at school and colored pictures that I had drawn. I remember the children not liking me, I was small and the only first grader…
Soon the teacher invited all of the lower grade girls over to her house for a sleep over. Her house was right near the school/church. So there were five of us, CR, KS, CW, the teacher and I. Well all went over to her house and she brushed our hair and put a movie in and we soon all fell asleep on a big mattress that she had made up on the floor. I awoke the next day in the bathroom, in the bathtub, wrapped up in urine soaked sheets. It stank so bad, I wondered how I had gotten there and who had wet the bed. My whole left side was soaked in pee. I knew who it was then, the person on my left, I thought “She is too old to be wetting the bed.” So I got out of the tub and went to the toilet and went pee, because I really had to go. Then I walked out of the bathroom and found all of the girls sitting at the counter eating breakfast, their hair was wet and they smelled fresh of bathing. I wondered if I was going to get to have a bath. I needed the smelly sheets taken out of it first. Then the teacher turned and looked at me and said, "Look who woke up, the baby bed wetter," and the girls laughed, they thought I had wet the bed, I looked at the girl who I knew had wet the bed, she grinned at me and laughed. I was shocked, I had never wet the bed in my life, I hated being wet. This was terrible, my side was itching from the urine soaked through my pajamas. She gave the girls their lunches and told me to hurry and get dressed, that they didn’t want to be late for school because of me. So I got dressed, and went to school. I didn’t have anything to eat that day. I itched all day and was very hungry and the girls told everyone that I had wet the bed. I know my older brother who was in the school too knew that I hadn’t, but I don’t think he said anything. I don’t think it would have done any good if he had. As soon as I got home I changed and bathed, I don’t remember where my wet pajamas went, but I never wore them again…
School continued much this way and the warmer weather turned colder, and the students went sledding. I never liked sledding, hills were too tall for my little legs, so I stayed at the top of the hill watching everyone sled. One day we were all out side and the girls were laughing and one of them came over to me and said, “Don’t touch your tongue to the metal poles out side.” I asked, “Why?” The girls laughed and went inside the school. Everyone had gone in, and I was alone, and as I was walking up the steps I decided that they were trying to trick me, so I decided I would find out, then I would know what was so funny. So I stuck out my tongue to the hand rail, it was so cold, so I went to pull my tongue back, but it was stuck, I tried pulling but it hurt so bad. I was out side and alone in the cold stuck. I cried and I tried to yell, but no one heard me. I cried harder, and I was getting so cold, I thought “I’m going to die if I don’t get off of this.” So I put my face as close to the hand rail as possible, and I put my teeth at the end of my tongue and bit down, biting the very tip of my tongue skin. I kept doing this till I bit the tip of my tongue off. It hurt so bad and I cried harder and harder, and finally I was free. I looked down and a piece of my skin was still on the rail, frozen and bloody. So I closed my mouth and went inside the school. The teacher looked up and demanded to know where I had been. I didn’t answer I just stood there, unable to talk, my mouth was filling with blood. She got up from her desk and stomped over to me. She said , “Oh you have red on your mouth, what have you been eating and getting into? Open your mouth!” I shook my head “No!” She got madder and told me to again…So…I…Did, and a water fall of red blood came gushing out of my mouth onto the floor. She got mad and said, “You need to clean that up!” My older brother got up and rushed over to me and said to her “Clean it yourself!!!” He then took me into the bathroom and cleaned me up, and put a paper towel on my tongue, to help stop the bleeding…
A few other teachers came and went, I was out side after school one day and the older students were in the woods building tree forts. Christy R. came out of the woods and decided to push me, I called her a Witch, she thought I had called her a "Bitch." She Got angry and grabbed me by the hair and dragged me across the parking lot by my hair on my face. All of a sudden she let go. I looked up and I saw my older brother had picked her up off the ground and was holding her in the air. He had come out of the woods as I was screaming as she was dragging me by my hair and had grabbed her up, just as her mother was pulling into the parking lot. Her mother ran out of her car screaming, “Put her down!!!”…So… He Did…. He dropped her flat on the ground into the dirt with a loud clump sound of a person’s body hitting ground. He helped me up as her mother rushed over to her then stomped into the school to tell the teacher, who obviously didn’t hear my screams…
This was not the end of the mean things the student’s did to me. There was this girl who started going to my school, her name was ED, and she and her older sister DD came to my school. ED and I went to camp one week, we were in the same cabin. She and the other girls made fun of me and would leave the cabin door open and blame it on me. Years later she and I were supposedly good friends, but we went to camp together again in another cabin, she all of a sudden turned on me and started telling the girls embarrassing secrets between her and I, and also made up things. Soon the girls didn’t even talk to me. I still know them today, and I have never betrayed their trust as they have mine…
I was baptized when I was 11 into the SDA faith, and last year I Converted to Islam and months later I married my Husband NM, who is also my best friend. I am very happy, and I know that this might not be the end of Life’s trials for me, But I know Allah had a reason for making me a little tougher when it comes to the mean actions of others…