Ashira's World: The Queen of Heaven Returns
By Alicia Nunn and Elie Ahishakiye
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Ashira, with big, brown, round eyes; pink, full lips, kissed by God and a lush, coily, brown crown that flows to the small of her back, can see through the soul of anyone she meets. She discovers her unique abilities one day while walking home from high school in the dirt and beer bottle ridden st
Alicia Nunn
Best-selling author, groundbreaking filmmaker, and entrepreneur. Nunn, a born leader who trailblazes any industry she enters, is a graduate of Leadership Northwest Indiana. Her culture-shifting writing has been featured in Face2Face Africa, Chicago Tribune and Huffington Post. Recognized as an Athena Award and Leaders as Heroes finalist, justice is a theme of her writing, including stories of suppressed, iconic ancient African women. The world enjoyed peace and prosperity when these women ruled. One is called the Queen of Heaven in the Bible, Jeremiah 44:17. As a former psychotherapist, Nunn has keen insight that enables her to develop complex characters and connect with people across cultures.
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Ashira's World - Alicia Nunn
Ashira’s World
The
Queen of Heaven
Returns
by
Alicia Nunn
African Anthem
Let us all unite and celebrate together
The victories won for our liberation
Let us DEDICATE ourselves to rise together
To defend our liberty and unity
O Sons and Daughters of Africa
Flesh of the Sun and Flesh of the Sky
Let us make Africa the Tree of Life
Let us all unite and sing together
To uphold the bonds that frame our DESTINY
Let us DEDICATE ourselves to fight together
For lasting peace and justice on earth
O Sons and Daughters of Africa
Flesh of the Sun and Flesh of the Sky
Let us make Africa the Tree of Life
Let us all unite and toil together
To give the best we have to Africa
The cradle of mankind and fount of culture
Our pride and hope at break of dawn.
O Sons and Daughters of Africa
Flesh of the Sun and Flesh of the Sky
Let us make Africa the Tree of Life.
Foreword
This book is inspired by the lives of youth in Gary, Indiana who survived daily trauma. Some of them were abused, raped, neglected, and abandoned.
Many of them did not have the basic needs of a clean, safe home and nurturing parents to help them grow and prosper. Yet, somehow, they found the strength and courage to come to school every day and fight for their existence.
Often, they fought the people who cared about them most, school staff. But they needed to fight.
This story is about what many of did when they were given unconditional love. They looked deep within, found their true identity and the power to transcend what seemed like insurmountable obstacles.
Acknowledgements
I could not have written Ashira without the guidance of my writing mentor, Ben Clement. His encouragement, support and guidance helped me unleash my inherent writing talent that was lying dormant inside me for years waiting to be awakened. Thank you, Ben, for seeing the writer in me when I did not see it in myself.
Thank you to my children, Joshua and Kaylyn, who inspire me every day. They are two enlightened human beings whom I was graced to bring into this world and nurture into their destiny. You amaze me, Joshua and Kaylyn.
Thank you to my parents, Hermon and Lucille, who allowed me to return home at the age of 45 when I sacrificed all my material possessions in pursuit of my dreams. Without the burden of bills and other responsibilities, I was free to write. Thank you, Hermon and Lucille. You taught me the importance of service to humanity.
Thank you, ARISE Youth. You inspired me to unleash my creativity just by being in the presence of your amazing talent.
Thank you to all of the African Goddesses, Queens, and Warriors who inspired the creation of Ashira. The many strong, amazing women like myself who have overcome abuse in its many forms. You are Ashira.
Thank you, Brother Jerome Pennington from Trinity United Church of Christ in Gary, Indiana. You sat in the pew directly behind me and I felt protected and supported by a man who wanted nothing from me as I took this journey. That meant the world to me when I was finally getting over my daddy issues.
Thank you to all the men who empower women. We need each other. We are each other. Dominance, whether male or female, creates imbalance.
Thank you, ancestors, my grandmothers, Katherine and Lola; Zora Neal Hurston, Ida B. Wells, Winnie Mandela, Harriet Tubman, the African Queens, Oya, Yemoja, Osun, Esu, Mami Wata, Asherah, and Olodumare for guiding and protecting me on this journey. You revealed my true identity.
Jeremiah 17:2
Even their children remember their altars and Asherah poles, by the green trees, on the high hills.
Jeremiah 44:17
Instead, we will do everything we said: We will burn incense to the queen of heaven and offer drink offerings to her, just as we, our fathers, our kings, and our officials did in the cities of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem. At that time, we had plenty of food and good things, and we saw no disaster.
Love Hurts?
It’s a beautiful morning, think to myself as I sit at the breakfast nook in my kitchen sipping a warm, soothing cup of ginger tea.
The bright sun rays radiate through the kitchen window illuminating the white walls and bright yellow sheer drapes that cover the arched windows. I can hear the birds chirping a lullaby in the courtyard.
I love my kitchen; it’s my favorite room in this huge mansion.
The kitchen brings back memories of happy times before my family moved to Englewood. It’s 7 a.m. and I finished teaching my morning Hot Yoga class in the courtyard.
Yoga helps me relax and keep my body snatched. Alia has settled to her room and the other ladies have gone back to the servant quarters.
It will be another hour before the chefs prepare breakfast so it’s quiet. I am wearing a heather grey cami and yoga pants. Hugging my tall thin frame with curves in all the right places.
I love hugs.
My body still wet from the Hot Yoga, I let my hair down from the bun and my tight, black coils flow freely down the small of my back. I close my eyes take a deep breath and begin my daily ritual of daydreaming.
Suddenly, Ahmed walks into the room looking wild and crazy as hell. I jump out of my skin. Chill bumps break out on my arms as I look into Ahmed’s eyes and know another episode is coming. He has that blank, cold, sinister look in his eyes, as if he is the devil himself.
Terror.
My heart explodes.
Paralyzed by fear I close my eyes, holding my breath. Suddenly Ahmed lunges at me, clenches both hands around my neck, squeezing so tightly I just know it will crack.
He pulls me violently by my neck, knocking over the barstool as my teacup crashes to the floor shattering into hundreds of tiny fragments.
I look into his eyes to snap him back to reality. He yells repeatedly with a deep, low, sinister voice, bitch
, whore
, bitch
.
I can’t reach him.
I feel the breath leaving my body. Losing consciousness, I sink slowly to the floor.
I’m going to die this time.
Ahmed always says the minute he laid eyes on me; he knew he had to have me. He loves to acquire things and I am just another one of