My husband sold it to me for $50!

My husband sold it to me for 50 Birr!

((part 1))

This is special, heart-wrenching, sad, and

Teacher, write a story for us

Thank you for reading and appreciating it

I don't doubt it.

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Good reading

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(When you saw the title, you didn't believe it, did you? Me too, the girl

I didn't believe her until she told me her story.

......In a message when I was writing 'I'm going to kill myself'

A girl named Rachel repeatedly said, "When do I want to meet you?"

She used to argue with me; When I was encouraged by her question, I said okay

I answered her phone. I called her in Balderas

We made an appointment and met at her condominium.

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When I arrived at her house, she was wearing her shiny green dress

, on her left cheek she was holding a mittiye terzina. Hello Byat

When I entered, it was filled with hookah smoke, Arabia on the mosque

There is a chant that says, "Kamun, Qamun, Qamun, like blood." Her house

It's simple, not too much. on every wall,

On every shelf, on every frame, a baby boy

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"Is Rich your son?"

"Yes, he will be ten years old in a month. He is beautiful

right?"

"Yes, very beautiful," I told her. To tell the truth, the picture of the child

But it doesn't look human. When you invite me to chat

When I told her not to disappoint me, she sighed and crushed her shisha

She began her story.

"But because I use the words as they come to me, don't let it bother you?!"

"It's not a problem.... When I write what is very difficult for me, edit

I will."

"But do you really write it?"

"Well, but....then why do you think I'm recording you?"

"So where do I start?"

"If it suits you."

(She thought as she drew on her small hookah.)

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"...I was born and raised right here in Addis Ababa Garden, ordinary pool

It's under. I don't know my mother; After all, I don't know her

i don't want. Because she was nine months pregnant with her child

When I came out of her womb, she was like an unexpanded piece of junk

Her urine is not the same as her phlegm. raising me

Even if she can't afford it, what if she throws me in the village? Or

It would be better if you immediately killed me in the pool

If you throw me!! So let's take this cruel woman who is the wife of Satan.

What will she do to me if she knows her so-called mother?

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But I know my father. I mean he is your father

But, even I don't have any proof)) It's my fault.

Oh, my son is a beggar! He is a beggar!! Yes, beggar

it is!!! I am also a beggar's son!!!!

I hate my mother, whom I never knew, but not as much as my father.

It means that God wants to make it out of mud and still mud

He did not hold his breath because the situation was so bad

Forgotten and guessed millions of years later by Darwin

The theory of evolution has been turned into dung. Me too

I am the one who created me as a worm of light. He's pissed me off

I thought for a second that he gave birth to me

I do not know. Because I mean for him in the kingdom A/Maryam

Income that doesn't pay taxes to me, as the name suggests

I was the only source!

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When I was five or six years old, he woke me up at 10:00 at night

I'm getting cold from the merchants who come to buy vegetables

He used to make me beg. Shoes for my feet, covering my shame

I have been wearing only one t-shirt for years without buying a dress/pants

He has bought me as a slave, accepting my request. Sometimes satisfied

When he came in the evening and beat me when he was looking for his enemy there

When I wake up at night because I sleep late at night

If I didn't wake him up, he would wake me up by smoking my body.

((she shows me the many scars on her back))

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What will surprise you is the cruelty of every cafe, every taxi,

He took all the coins that I collected while begging in every shop

He doesn't even give me a smile saying, "My son, if I beat her."

it was. Because of this, I am always hungry

The garden where I was born was thrown on the pool

Bananas, rotten avocados, shredded papayas from flies

I was talking to myself.

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Sometimes you see my facial bones, see my body from the side

When people give me the food they eat as a festival, he is from me

I told you not to steal anything, so I didn't taste anything until it came

I wait for him, hungrily drunk just by the smell of the food.

So as soon as he came, the claws were supported by his arm and the food

He starts eating alone. I say now

He tells me, with that black nail polish-like dirt

When I expect his hand to touch me

"Buddha! What the hell are you doing to me?! Go ahead and slap me in the face!!!"

He slapped my eyes with his right hand. My energy with the abundance of hunger

Because of the stiffness of the arm, the resistance to the crutches is strong

I can't help it, so I turn to face him and call him Fincher. He nothing

Arada Giorgis from our plastic booth under the fence

He pulls me in and throws me out.

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I always cross the fence when he abuses me like this

I wonder if the martyr Giorgis just saw all this injustice

it was. So sometimes when I feel bad, I go to the church yard to cry

When I went in and saw the picture of George, it was the worst day for me

The martyr came down from the horse in our plastic house and his picture

Like a wild animal, he asked my father, "Why Rachel?

Are you going to hit her!?" He was very angry and kicked my father by himself

For years I was in denial, saying he would stab me and kill me.

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I pray that one day when my body is dirty and the stress is about to cut me,

My hair is red and short, even the other children of Yenebete

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I guessed until they rejected me, so I went to the head

Officer, I went down the river. I remember my childhood feelings

While I was snoring.....from the smoke in front of me

I saw a black fest and other street children ate it

I was shaking my clothes thinking that I had hidden it

I ran into the rubber before I even did it. I swallowed my saliva

Hastily cut the tire.......what my eyes see

I'm about to do a prank!.....that childhood joke

My heart was about to burst with confusion.

...what I see

I couldn't believe it, so I opened my eyes again

I was shocked when I saw it...

...I could not believe what I was seeing, so I opened my eyes

When I watched it again, I was shocked.... Festal

Inside is a large cross painted in gold. my hand

I picked him up shaking and greeted him, let me take him

I argued with myself not to take it. Anyway

Let me give it to my father and to the priests

I want to give them, that adafa put on my t-shirt and cross it

I covered it well with the rubber and went to Giorgis Beth where he was begging

I went Christian. He hung his leg on the crutch

"For the kingdom of Maryam! For the determined hero!" While warm

I found Blot begging.

This is because of a man named Mengstu A/Maryam

I hate it. He is like my father who hurts many people

I think so.

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"Dad" when I was about to give him what I was holding, he squeezed from J

He accepted me. When he opened the rubber, he was shocked! The yellowness of the cross

I saw it sparkle well when it was in the sun. On his face

Running and jumping with excitement and panic

They will sleep on it. He immediately rushed to the left and right

He hid the cross in his armpit, to enter the church

When I expected it to be...... it turned into gold with a chicken trigger

The houses came down. He just left me standing alone

He went...... as he said, the horse of Menelik was shuffling

When he was walking, he kicked him and lost one of his legs!!!!!!!

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After that, the beggar father took the way back to Piazza

I didn't bring it. The smell of water remained!

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It's so bad to spend the night alone in that plastic booth

I was scared. The darkness itself turned into a beast

I thought it would eat me. Just like the dark doesn't scare me

Joshua I wished I could stop the sun. Just 10 years

How can I not be afraid of the only girl who did not fill me? to Beth

I got into Christianity.

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A few people gathered in the church for the day

They are hearing the Gospel. One without a person

I went to the corner and sat alone. The preacher about the Israelite

Rachel preaches. This Jewish woman's story is still in its infancy

Giving me my age.

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I didn't have a nickname until that day. why?

I don't know, no one named me. me either

I've never been open about being anonymous. But today that Pharaoh

The soldiers killed her children and buried them with the mud of the pyramids

I considered myself a poor woman and called my name Rachel. my mother

It means that the Pharaoh who condemned the children to be thrown in the mud

It is soldiers; My father is the mud!

My childhood...my blood...my beauty! This world

Since I am the only creature on the planet, Rachel

Rachel Rachel Rachel.... I said. My father and grandfather

My grandfather, I am myself.

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When I wake up from this dream world, the sun and the church

People have gone into their nests. The only moon and the only me

I thought we were left on earth.

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I was afraid to enter the house. I was so scared of George!!