Although I try my best to keep my virtual world separate from the real one , sometimes they just overlap and the reason is that when I say I am “disillusioned” I should have substantial proof to justify my argument.
My mamoo is one of a kind, his father died in front of his eyes at the age of 12(drowned), after that he lost interest in education, took up serious drinking, and evolved into a nymphomaniac.
His first marriage lasted for 10 years, three children, two daughters and a son. He used to regularly beat up his wife, cheated on her, had no job, got into fights with people, threatening them with guns …etc. One day while he was pissed drunk he shot his wife in front of his son who was 4 at the time. He told us that he was cleaning the gun and accidentally shot her. We believed him! The girl’s family went to court but my mamoo used his influence and got acquitted. 13 years have passed since this episode. In the mean time he remarried, the second wife left him after 2 years and the third wife is still with him. He has 2 more daughters from his third wife.
Well this thread is not about my mamoo its about how he influences our lives. Up till now I had allot of respect for him, but recently circumstances have changed. He has eaten 90 % of my mothers property. As my mom and Dad are extremely Islamic, they have forgiven him for that..One day my mamoo brought this subject up, well unlike my parents I was quite vocal about my mom’s rights, that a daughter deserves her share, it was like catching him on the wrong foot, for a few seconds he was quiet but then started giving incoherent justification . we exchanged a few harsh words. He just couldn’t believe that his nephew will one day stand up to him.
Since then he has totally cut off with us, he went so far as saying that “May I (Pakora) get the worse kind of cancer and die”..ha ha. Yesterday I saw him at a dinner he totally ignored my dad and me. He kept taking out his pistol and showing it to his friends trying to intimidate us ..(ha ha again). Well I know how to handle him and how to defeat him at his own game .![]()
The point here is that just a year back I was at the top of my career, giving presentations, getting promotion, living in the best city of the world and now I have reduced my self to “Gali Galoch” fighting with relatives for “marlas” and “Jareebs”,.
Moral of the story: Thank God under any circumstance, and keep away from your Mamoo’s.![]()