Of No Consequence

By Sonia Rumzi

Even though we would like to think poverty is not a shame, women alone with children still face horrors of life. In this story, a servant suffers at the hand of others.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heart Press
• Release date: Mar 31, 2011
• ISBN: 9781937079048

Sonia Rumzi

Writer Sonia Rumzi, an English Literature major in college; turned to, Medical Technology, for practical purposes. Originally from Egypt, her knowledge base includes; cooking, knitting, oil painting, photography, travel and movies; and most importantly, raising her daughters. Sonia uses this rich background writing on the human condition.

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OF NO CONSEQUENCE

by

Sonia Rumzi

Heart Press

Sausalito, California

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright ©2011 Sonia Rumzi All rights reserved.

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First Edition March 2011

ISBN: 978-1-937079-04-8

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Of No Consequence

But Hassan, you cannot leave me alone with three children, said the distressed wife.

Zahya, I have to go. Its for our own good. Work in Libya will provide the money to buy the little land we want. To build our own house, he encouraged.

I prefer that you stay...

And survive on the leavings of our masters, he answered with bitterness.

We manage, said the mild mannered woman, we manage, my heart. You stay here with us and we manage.

Placing her hand on his chest she leaned closer to the angry man, where collecting her in his arms with tender love, he kissed her waiting lips.

My bride, he whispered, calming down. You have always been my good charm in life. Since we have met, you have been my talisman and my love.

As they hugged, the children came running over from outside screeching and fighting as all happy children do.

You took my whistle, said Ayman.

Did not, said Zayed, the oldest ornery child.

Where is your sister? asked their mother getting up as her husband tried to pull her back to him.

Tugging her arm with gentle persuasion, away from him, the good mother went to find her daughter. Leaning out of the open door, she called out into the street.

Hedaya? Hedaya where are you? Come home immediately.

Turning around to look at her two sons still arguing, she stepped up and smacked the older one on the back of his head.

Go find your sister now, Zayed. No discussions, go find her.

When Zayed hesitated, his father chimed in.

Listen to your mother, Zayed. Go find your sister.

Annoyed but obedient, the boy rubbing his stinging head, went outside