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Miriam. Soul mate buddy. Harvested too early…

Posted on: October 22, 2013

Miriam. Soul mate buddy. Harvested too early…

I am calling her Miriam: Her real name starts with M.

I was kind of surprised that it was the son of Miriam who emailed me and asked me to write what I can recollect of his mother.

I didn’t insist to try to find out the reasons behind this request: After all, I did write my autobiography, and that’s a good enough reason to begin an investigation on the dear departed.

I wrote a short paragraph on Miriam in my autobiography and declined to develop any further on my close relationship with my cousin Miriam.

All that I mentioned is how I knew about her trespassing, so sudden and so untimely.

I was at the other end of the world, in Norman, Oklahoma when Miriam died in 1976. Nobody called me up or even sent me a letter to inform me of that tragedy: I guess they imagined that I will be too affected, living alone and far away, and resuming higher education….

My cousin Nassif, younger brother of Miriam, invited me to visit him at Columbus University (Ohio) at Christmas time and I did oblige.

Entering Nassif’s apartment, I saw Miriam picture in a frame at the entrance. I was kind of taken aback: Why only Miriam picture when they are six brothers and sisters in the family?

Nassif quickly filled me in: “She died 6 months ago. A complication in the renal or bladder system or something… Water flooded her lungs before the doctors realized the seriousness of her conditions…”

I didn’t cry at all. I kept my silence and refused to ask any questions. I left the matter to Nassif to develop and talk about Miriam, if he wished to. Nassif didn’t expound on the matter and we resumed the night as usual.

When I left to the USA, knowing no one, and not even knowing where Oklahoma is on the map, and it being my first fly out of my country… Miriam was married with two kid boys.

Miriam is a year younger than me. A guy from the town came from Africa wanting to marry. Sessine paid frequent visits to my aunt’s house: Sessine is a relative of the family from the father side.

Rumors spread that Sessine intends on asking Miriam’s hand. This was normal, since Miriam was the elder female, after the eldest decided to be a nun.

Wrong! Sessine shifted his attention to the youngest sister, barely 14 and still playing basketball with the kids. People were shocked of this turn of events, but Sessine married the kid girl against her free will. I am not sure if Miriam felt sorry for herself or for Samira.

A couple of months later, Miriam was wed to the guy next door. Joseph was at least a decade older. Miriam didn’t even move across the street: She just descended a few steps down her new home, facing her turbulent and insufferable grandmother, (the father side), “sit al ekhweh” or lady of the brothers, living in the basement.

I was surprised at this sudden decision of the family to marry Miriam, this beautiful and full of energy girl, a girl who filled the room when she entered and started dancing and singing and participating with the merriment…

Miriam was not a happy girl by any standard, but she knew how to make people around feel cheerful and contended. And she was the hardest working in the house, and totally unappreciated for her hard work and dedication to the family. She was kind of taken for granted and neglected by the other members of the family who pursued their idiosyncratic purposes.

I wish I had any overwhelming daydream project. I was the clueless type of his surrounding relationships. I didn’t consciously observe, investigate, asked to know what was going on. I wish I was the caring kind of person, with all the side effects attached to caring…

I doubt that Miriam received any allowances for maintaining the house.

I didn’t receive allowances too, though my parents were well off: I was too proud to asking for money. I made whatever money I got at Christmas time and Palm Sunday to spread the entire year.

I am coming to term that only kids who receive lavish stipends to entertain up-to-date life styles are the one who learn to stomp and demand more money.

I never heard Miriam complaining. Except once, when she was married and feeling tired and exhausted and exclaiming “Why my lot was to stay that close to home?”

Miriam would have done herself the best of services if she had stomped her feet  at least once before getting wed and made sure to the family that she is a woman of her own mind.

Miriam was my best female buddy. When on trips, I was very bashful and refused to invite any girl to dance. When Miriam was in the company, dancing was no longer a problem: She would whisk me to the dancing floor and we dance cha cha cha or whatever. Miriam is the one who tried her best to teach me all kinds of dances, but I ended up dancing my own awkward ways.

I guess that I improved overseas, and danced cha cha cha on the rhythm of any music, even on slow music…

When I was 20, I used to pay her frequent visits. Most of the time she was with her best girlfriend Elham, sitting in the living room, kind of dark at sundown.

Elham was a shy person and Miriam would whisper in her ears and they would laugh together, sort of complotting at my expense.

On second thought, I feel that Miriam might have tacitly used Elham to play the chaperon in my presence.

I remember that it was Miriam who lent me books to read, about sexual biology and romantic novels.

Miriam could have married anyone she wished: lack of opportunities and being stuck down there in the hole of this loftiest of towns.

Decades later, I got into thinking about this quick arranged marriage of Miriam.

I am under the strong suspicion that the family thought that Miriam had an eye on me and wanted to marry me. From my side, marriage, falling in love, confidences and all these stories were miles away from my mind. Maybe it was different from Miriam side. Most probably Miriam might have opened up to her mother, and my aunt got suspicious and hurried the entire affairs.

When I was overseas, my many aunts would suggest I marry one of their girls, and I would refuse adamantly. I refused so many times that my latest letter was not delivered to destination. Miriam’s mother, who was now living in Paris and fleeing the civil war, and who forwarded my letters with people going back to Lebanon, read my letter and decided that it was best not transfer it to my parents.

If Miriam didn’t marry that young, we would have attended university together.

We could have arranged to live in any country, fleeing the civil war, any country that she liked, continuing our education.

Life would have never been boring, lonely, sad, oppressing… I would have had the best buddy around to fill any room she entered…

Miriam is Mireille.

I would have been a happier guy if she were around. My life would have been different if she were around.

Note: My younger sister told me that Miriam was like her older sister and she constantly totally confided in her and accepted to join her invitations to parties… My sister said that she noticed the neighbor Joseph ogling Miriam while she was sweeping the balcony and told her that Joseph looked in love. Six months later, Miriam and Joseph were engaged.

The Christmas of Miriam passing away, my sister hand-designed the ornaments of the Xmas tree. Samir, the elder son of Miriam, claims that the evening was vivid in his mind and that he saved the ornaments.

Miriam was pregnant with a third child, and it was a difficult pregnancy. A week before passing away, Miriam was busy shopping in order to attend the wedding of a relative Khalil. Not many attended the wedding: People were grieving Miriam.

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