Tuesday, November 5, 2024

cause and effect

                                        


                                                                          Outcast

          Living under a false identity and among merciless people is a difficult challenge that life imposed on my family. In the beginning of the Algerian Revolution, in the mountains of Tizi Ousou, Algeria, a conflict in my clan over money and inheritance led to the death of my great-grandfather due to a fight, he was shot and died. Consequently, my great-grandmother fled with her only son, my grandfather, so they don't kill him too because if he is still alive he will take his part of the inheritance. Fate took them to another city, Bouira, where my great-grandmother built a new life as a widow escaping murder. Her actions saved my grandfather's life, but they cut him off by roots.


          Initially, my grandfather was the first biggest victim of my great-grandmother's escape. As a child, he suffered from bullying. Children his age tormented him based on what they heard from their parents while gossiping about him. They didn't play with hi m and always ignored him  as if he were an outcast who had no right to live, just because he had no family except his mother. Worse than that, they called him the son of a runaway widow and never stopped reminding him that he was an orphan. I feel sad whenever I remember my grandfather, with white hair and wrinkles around his eyes, talking about how he lived his childhood. Twenty years later, he became a victim of racism, envy, and hatred. His fake friends never stopped causing problems for him, and they rejected the idea that he could be successful despite what he went through. In addition, some accused him of taking bribes, neglecting his work as a school principal, and putting pressure on teachers. Others filed false complaints that he was harming his students. Despite all this, the truth appeared and everyone who slandered him received the punishment they deserved after he proved his innocence, they were punished for defamation.

          Years later, after my father was born, he also suffered as people around him considered him a stranger. Throughout his life, he was an intelligent person who focused on his studies and graduated as a state engineer in physics. Following in my grandfather's footsteps, he ended up wounded and in pain. He made sincere efforts to fix the relationship with our clan, but my family relatives responded with violence and rejection. Moreover, despite his university degree, he struggled to find job opportunities due to my family's past. People who barely knew him judged him based on an old incident. Furthermore, his kindness was often taken advantage of because people deceived him and stool his money. My father is my hero. I see his strength fading as he grows older. His dreams and youth are slipping away, and his intelligence wasted.


          Finally, I would not call myself a victim because my family protected me. Even though I was not directly bullied and was able to live a normal life with friends, there was always coldness. They would make provocative remarks under the guise of joking and ask embarrassing questions in front of others to mock me. I never felt felt like I belonged to the city where I lived for seventeen years and eight months. People saw me as the daughter of a family with no roots. I still remember children who wanted to befriend me out of curiosity about my family's secrets. I despise the fact that I don't have my real last name because after my great-grandmother fled with my grandmother, she changed his last name given that it was possible at that time during revolution, and cannot visit my hometown, but I believe everything happens for a reason.


          Today, my parents, siblings, and I are far from home. My father no longer has to deal with those who treated us poorly. My grandfather now enjoys farming after spending most of his life in hardship. In fact, my little family is so wonderful because they give love to each other. They do not seek love and acceptance from strangers. This experience showed how a family can unite against every challenge. In the end, we are all happy in my family because we have each other.
 

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