When Worlds Collide

Chapter 1 – Thy Will Be Done

I cannot recall your name. You are beautiful. I am writing down my thoughts because my therapist thinks it will help. It also helps me learn to write. It is interesting. I am writing in English, a language I have not used much, but it has been useful. I have no idea why that is. Perhaps it is as the man named Sherlock Holmes has said, because this is my home. He said he was your father and I am your mother. I am not sure how this is possibly for me. I am not old enough to have a child. Well physically I am. I have known girls carrying babies for their husbands at twelve, but I have never felt a child in my womb. That I can remember.

I wish I knew you. The one called Holmes has told me I am married and married to him. How is that possible? I am in love with someone else? Did Ari sell me to a sheik to cover debts? I doubt he would try that with me controlling the assets. But for now I must focus on what is being said around me. Everyone speaks English, not Turkish. Perhaps I have a memory and I am imprisoned in my mind as the man named Holmes has said.

It is all as Allah wills it,

Miriam Bayezid