Succubus of Bahrain
Inaya Chase
If I told you what parts of my story I can dig out of my memory, you wouldn't believe me. You'd probably say I had been on drugs and hallucinated it all. But it doesn't matter. I can't piece it together without thinking I've gone crazy myself, but I'll try. I can't help thinking that somehow, I'm involved with their deaths. And there's something else there, too: something I shouldn't feel.
I arrived in Manama, the capital of the governorate of Bahrain in the heat of the spring afternoon. We first landed in Baghdad, and spent a few days there, touring the beautiful city. Then we drove south to Basrah - but not without stopping in the Dhi Qar Governorate to see the ancient city of Ur. I
actually
stood on the summit of the Great Ziggurat of Ur and looked out to the horizon! It was as if I were an ancient goddess standing on the cusp of the whole world, ready to judge the fates of everyone below. From Basra, we headed further south around the Gulf to eventually end up in this paradise.
Manama was such a site to behold - like nothing I've ever seen before. I thought Baghdad was beautiful; but this place was on another level entirely. The architecture was so modern and artistic - not like the cities back home. It was like stepping into the paradise of another world entirely, like everything I'd ever dreamed of since I was a little girl, and so much more. I grew up with a love for the Middle East, and have the Arabian Nights practically memorized. I can still feel the excitement and wonder from reading it for the first time. Manama was a magical city - but instead of dusty old palaces, tents, flying carpets and insane princes, I had been introduced to a whole new world of modern marvels blended with traditions as old as civilization. I'm so glad Coop and Alexis convinced me to come. I was so nervous and scared - with all that's happened in the past few decades.....we only see on the news the very worst of people, don't we? But instead of violence, anger and fear I've been greeted by some of the warmest and kindest people I've ever met in my life!
I wasn't going to come when Professor Carter advertised the trip. I mean, yeah, I didn't mind giving up my spring break and two weeks missing from class; but to be perfectly honest? I was scared. I wanted to come ever since the Professor first announced it. Coning to Iraq was a dream come true, And I had been studying the country and its history since I can remember. But Bahrain? I didn't know much about Bahrain beyond passing references to it in my conversations with my online friends in Iraq or a few mentions here and there in books, so I Googled it. The place was described as an ancient paradise, and my gods--it stole my heart. Of all the places on the list, I was most excited about Bahrain. But when it was in front of me.....Well, would you feel safe? The political climate of Iraq from the last few decades has every visitor on edge. Even if Bahrain had nothing to do with all that, I'm ashamed to say I was still nervous about the whole thing. But Alexis started on me first, insisting that I need this, and gave the usual things that are supposed to be convincing but really aren't. Then Coop came up and started his bullshit.
The bitches ganged up on me
, I thought to myself with a silent chuckle. I'm so glad they did. This place.... It's already changed me, and it's only been a week.
We arrived at the Bahrain International Hotel on Government Avenue, right in the middle of everything you would want to see in the city. Just a brief walk down a street, and I'd be standing in front of the Bahrain World Trade Center or up northward a little and see the Harbor Heights. The first couple of days were all about shopping and concerts during the Spring of Culture Festival until my feet were ready to fall off in the middle of the Manama Souq - one of the largest marketplaces I've ever seen. I swear I saw colors I've never seen before as the venders' shops filled the streets with the entire visible spectrum, and the smells! My gods, the scents of the spices and the foods and the incense and perfume.... It was overwhelmingly beautiful--literally. I started to notice how much I was in my head.
"Alexis, please, stop for a second."
"What's wrong, babe? Isn't this place just amazing?!" Alexis was lost in wonder and wanting to look at and taste everything. She's been my bestie since the day we arrived on campus at Ohio State. She said I looked lost. Truth is, I kind of was. I was never a terribly outgoing person but enjoy my quiet places with my books. Alexis is the exact opposite - she never had a problem meeting new people. I'd say she'd had pity on me that day and became my friend because she felt sorry for me, but she'd say otherwise. But since that first day I saw her beautiful smile and she gave me the warmest, kindest hug I've ever been given in my life; we were attached at the hip. When we arrived at the Souq gate Alexis, our other bestie Coop, and I decided to walk arm-in-arm together so we wouldn't lose each other in the overcrowded marketplace.
"It
really is
. But after two days of new sights, it's all a little....
too much?
I really could use a minute here."
"Oh yeah, sure babe. Hey Coop, look at that cafΓ© over there. I'm going to absolutely die if I don't have that aroma filling my mouth right now!"
"Oh my god, Lex! Do you even hear yourself, you thirsty slut?!"
I nodded gratefully at Alexis as we sat in the quiet cafΓ©'s tented walls which seemed to shut the busy streets of the Souq out and provide some sense of solitude for weary shoppers. An old man with a long, gray beard walked in with three small espresso-sized cups and gently placed them on the table in front of us. He then masterfully began filling our cups with a traditional coffee that has been used for centuries to offer some comfort to weary travelers like us. The aroma that filled my nose as I sipped down the hot black elixir of the gods was soothing to the soul, and I finally felt some relief for my nerves from the busied life on the streets of Manama.
"And what are you three up to in here? No good, I assume from Coop's reputation." Professor Carter pushed through the entrance of the tent of the cafΓ© as the incense smoke twirled its way into the street around him.
"It's
Brandon,
Dr. Carter. Brandon Thomas Cooper. I don't go by Coop anymore, except for these two hotties. They can call me whatever they want. And what do you mean,
reputation?
I..." Coop stood up and gave an elegant curtsy. "...am a perfect
lady
. We suddenly heard a muffled chuckle from the cafΓ© owner in front of us. Even he could sense the lie. Coop was anything but a proper lady, though they certainly can put on an act as one when they want to--especially for their boyfriend when the situation
calls
for it. Alexis and I met Coop last year, not long into our first semester at Ohio State. Coop was a junior in our English Lit class - apparently, they failed their first run and had to take it over. They sat beside Alexis and began flirting with her immediately. Of course, she turned their ass down - but we all quickly became friends and the next year saw us become closer than I'd ever been with anyone in my life. Watching them curtsy for the professor in front of us now, and hearing Alexis' bawling laugh--I can't imagine my life without either of them.
"My apologies,
Brandon
. I must have mistaken you for that drunk person running down the dorm halls naked and screaming that you didn't need clothes to be fancy in that incident last month." The professor snorted a laugh.
"That.... was an isolated incident. It was the last night before Chris' game in Memphis and we'd be separated for over a month; and I have no idea what they put in that stuff, but it did
not
taste anything like tea!"