Thank you again for everyone that has been reading the “Yama” series. If you are just getting here then I recommend you scroll down and read “Yama” Part 1. Regardless, thank you for being here from the bottom of my heart.

The last five years of Yama’s life were painful for the entire family and for Yama. I don’t know who had it worse….the family because they are watching their loved one slowly die or the addict because they are going through so much pain. No one just becomes an addict…there is a reason behind it..there always is whether you want to admit it or not. They don’t just do it to themselves..there is pain inside them that they don’t know how to handle it so they resort to something that helps them cope but the next thing you know…your relying on that coping mechanism to keep you going. I was one of those people that said…”oh, well, they have a choice and they do it to themselves..” Let me tell you something, I was wrong. Like I mentioned in the previous parts….Yama was more than his addiction. If I have learned anything from his passing is that everyone has a story…so if you don’t know what that story is…then shut up because you have no right to judge anyone…that’s God’s job.

So, for the last years of his life…Yama had trouble sleeping because he would say that something was haunting him. It wasn’t the first time that Yama mentioned that something supernatural was around him. When he was a teenager, he had a few incidents as well. The house we live in has always had an eerie feel to it. Anyone that has been in my home…has mentioned that the house is spooky. It might be the high wooden ceilings or maybe there is something there?

When we first purchased the house, I was five years old. The house has a guest house and Yama claimed it but he didn’t sleep there for very long. One night he was walking to the guest house from the main house when something hit him on the head. It was well past midnight, and it wasn’t like someone was playing a prank on him. He had actually come home from work and he was exhausted. When he looked around to see what hit him, he saw an empty can of coke on the floor. Yama loved coke by the was his favorite. He ignored it, thinking it might have just been a coincidence. But, a couple nights later, a coin was thrown at him from the roof when he was walking to his room. Now things were getting a little strange. Now it is not possible for our neighbors to throw something at us because of the way the house is positioned. Then a couple of nights later, Yama’s parrot would not shut up in the middle of the night. It kept squawking and freaking out like something was after it. But, there was nothing there. A couple nights after that he said that he saw a shadow enter his room in the middle of the night. He felt a presence and after that he stopped sleeping in the guest house. He slept in the living room on the floor until he bought his condo. Yama was not the only one that experienced supernatural in our home but that is a story for another time.

During the last couple of years of his life, Yama started seeing things all the time. It started off small first…he would say that someone was in the family business in the back stock. He said it was a women. It got worse as his addiction worsened. He would be asleep at night and he would wake up in a cold sweat because a women woke him up. It got to the point that he was afraid to sleep so he would stay up.

He would be so terrified that he would crawl into bed with my parents at night.

There are four incidents that I will never forget.

This first incident happened before he became a full blown alcoholic…maybe about a year before?

He came home one afternoon with Hazel…his eyes were so black….he was a light skinned man….and the underneath of his eyes were all purple and black. He looked like he hadn’t slept for weeks. He was suppose to be spending the weekend at Hazel’s house but he came back home instead with her. I looked at him and I asked him what was wrong.

He said, “Fish, I don’t know..its like I have this weight over me…and I don’t know what to do…I think someone has done something to me…”

I didn’t know what to do. I think he had a panic attack and all sorts of anxiety. My mom had him drink holy water and she read passages from the Holy Quran. She told him that he is not cursed…that it is all in his head. She encouraged him to become closer to God and to take that silly women from ten years ago out of his head.

The three next incident happened during his addiction.

Yama would not sleep much, so one night he got up and decided to have a drink. Yama hid the alcohol in his it trunk because he knew if anyone at home saw him then he would get yelled at. He put on his shoes and stepped outside, slowly closing the door of the house behind him. He didn’t want anyone to wake up. He started walking to his car when he stopped dead in his tracks.

There was a women…with a shawl over her head with red piercing eyes staring at Yama. She stood right by Yama’s trunk. Yama didn’t wait to see what happens instead he ran towards the house door. He slept in my mom’s bed that night and prayed.

Another incident, he was sleeping in the living room on his bed. It was around 5am..which is when the morning prayer for Muslims happen…the official term for it is fajr. Yama was asleep but he woke up to someone tapping on the screen door. He opened his eyes and looked at the screen door. Our cat use to open the screen door so he thought it was him, but it wasn’t. It was the same women with the shawl and the red eyes. She spoke to him and said “get up…it is time for morning prayer.” So he got up and woke up my mom…and he prayed the morning prayer.

Another time, Yama was in the shower…when he heard a tapping on the window. He got out of the shower and looked out the window to see the same women…she spoke again and said…”you have given your parents so much grief…go ask them for forgiveness.” He ran out of the shower butt naked. He grabbed his towel and he fell to his knees in front of my mom. He said, “mom please forgive me..please..I am sorry.”

I know this all sounds crazy and your right…we thought it was crazy too. Alcoholics tend to hallucinate especially when their liver is starting to get damaged. So no one really believed Yama’s story until ….his wife started seeing things too.

To be continued


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