Keep your Friends close and your enemies closer. This saying certainly has a ring of truth to it. When I was the Principal of the school I worked at for expats, it was common practice that you would form friendships with some of the parents; after all we were all expats and in the same boat, we had chosen the Magical Kingdom to be our home from home. Swapping our cold weather for the permanent sunshine.
I struck up a friendship with an Indian lady who was married to a Jordanian man, I had known her for a few years as I had taught both her children, before my promotion to School Principal, and our friendship grew.
Her husband played for a well known underground band; as back then live bands were illegal. Through my son, who also played guitar their paths crossed and a friendship grew between us all.
We lived in a huge villa; as you all know and bands would come to my home and have illegal jamming sessions. They were good times living a secret life of music, drinking moonshine and partying. Soon my friend; who we shall call Aisha, became pregnant with her third child and her husband Khaled had slipped deeper and deeper into the illegal music scene and drug taking. He became violent with her at times even holding a knife to their new born sons neck. He would disappear for days on end leaving her without money to feed her children or pay electric or water bills. I shared what I could to help her out and at times I would get a baby sitter and take her to Starbucks on the beach front – just to unwind. Over time she let slip that she had started speaking again with her first love who was a rich Indian business man and how she hoped to divorce Khaled and start a new life.
She began using me as cover while she met him, without my knowledge and soon the inevitable happened Khaled found out!!
They had recently been evicted from their compound for not paying rent and had moved elsewhere. I had allowed them to store their belongings at my home to help them through this tough time, but little did I know my kindness and friendship would be thrown in my face. One day whilst in my office at school, Khaled burst in calling me a whore, threatening to call my in-laws and the Police on me for encouraging his wife to have an affair. After all I was western, so of loose morals: even tho he had tried to become like us westerners
Daily the threats would come; saying I had stole their belongings. My god is this what you get for trying to help? I had fed his hungry children over the years, paid his bills to try and stop them being evicted, helped store their property, give them extensions on paying their school fees and here he was accusing and threatening ME!
I eventually found Aisha had blamed me for her affair, I guess it saved her another beating.
One day I was shocked to hear that they had contacted my in-laws and told them of my
plan to escape with my children – WHAT!!
This woman, I had tried to help was now putting mine and my children’s lives at risk to save her own neck. Thankfully our plans to escape had changed, and I had been keeping them close to my chest.
What on earth could I do, how could I get out of this with my husbands family? Was this the end, ten years of planning and surviving the mental abuse? Was I going to lose my children to these people?
Thankfully I had heads up what they had done and my wits about me. The inevitable happened and my brother in law turned up demanding what was I up to and why was I planning to kidnap his niece and nephew? I played it cool and concocted a story up that they actually believed!
Wow I should be an actress!
Needless to say I never trusted anyone else with my plans; to much was at stake, and my children’s freedom would never be taken from them. I would move heaven and earth to ensure they would one day be free!