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Posted Oct 10th, 2009 at 08:04 PM by *Disco~Duck*
What a horrible rollercoaster of a week.
On wednesday the visiting order arrived. Mum can't read english and bhabis were asleep so had to ring my friend across the road to get the visiting order and give me the reference so i could book a visit. The friend told a horrified me that it ONLY named the kids. I commiserated with T that due to the fact he hadn't put the adults down we were unable to go..........felt sht that day. But later that evening he called and said turn the page over!!!! My dopey friend had only looked at one side....so there was temporary respite.....and then i was niggled by whether or not i would be able to get a booking for a visit on saturday. Because i couldn't do weekdays........the lines opened at 8am and closed at 5pm. All night i was dreaming of him and the lines and the prison. Thursday morning i was on the phone at 7.59am and was jubilant when i managed to 1)get through and 2)book for saturday ............................................
So today with nerves and excitement we went in. First step was to get registered in the visitors centre which includes finger printing, ID and photographs. When T, bro and the nephews were done i stepped forward with zain......................................and they told me that i had given my bristol address over the phone and the visiting order he'd written down my parents address and therefore me and zain could NOT
I accepted the discrepancy and didnt harass the staff because i know policy is policy but i wanted to crrrrrrrrrrrrry my heart out. Ive been dying to go see him, give him a huge kiss and hug and just seee him but no...not meant to be. Which means its going to be a further 2 weeks before i see him and that means a month since i last saw him and ohhhhhh this wait is horribleee.....
It's like a little black cloud hanging over you all the time, on the sunniest of days and in the happiest of moments....
I'm also quite upset to see my Dad. Dad is the worst i have ever ever seen him to be. He looks so so so broken. He sits there in deep thought and contemplation and quiet. He is not a quiet man. I hear that amongst the pain he is contending with....there is the gossip.
That we didnt treat the case seriously. We didnt prepare properly. That Dad had given dheel to his kids, and that he didnt have proper control. And that maybe as a family we were not religious enough so this is God calling..............................
Whatever!!!
On wednesday the visiting order arrived. Mum can't read english and bhabis were asleep so had to ring my friend across the road to get the visiting order and give me the reference so i could book a visit. The friend told a horrified me that it ONLY named the kids. I commiserated with T that due to the fact he hadn't put the adults down we were unable to go..........felt sht that day. But later that evening he called and said turn the page over!!!! My dopey friend had only looked at one side....so there was temporary respite.....and then i was niggled by whether or not i would be able to get a booking for a visit on saturday. Because i couldn't do weekdays........the lines opened at 8am and closed at 5pm. All night i was dreaming of him and the lines and the prison. Thursday morning i was on the phone at 7.59am and was jubilant when i managed to 1)get through and 2)book for saturday ............................................
So today with nerves and excitement we went in. First step was to get registered in the visitors centre which includes finger printing, ID and photographs. When T, bro and the nephews were done i stepped forward with zain......................................and they told me that i had given my bristol address over the phone and the visiting order he'd written down my parents address and therefore me and zain could NOT
I accepted the discrepancy and didnt harass the staff because i know policy is policy but i wanted to crrrrrrrrrrrrry my heart out. Ive been dying to go see him, give him a huge kiss and hug and just seee him but no...not meant to be. Which means its going to be a further 2 weeks before i see him and that means a month since i last saw him and ohhhhhh this wait is horribleee.....
It's like a little black cloud hanging over you all the time, on the sunniest of days and in the happiest of moments....
I'm also quite upset to see my Dad. Dad is the worst i have ever ever seen him to be. He looks so so so broken. He sits there in deep thought and contemplation and quiet. He is not a quiet man. I hear that amongst the pain he is contending with....there is the gossip.
That we didnt treat the case seriously. We didnt prepare properly. That Dad had given dheel to his kids, and that he didnt have proper control. And that maybe as a family we were not religious enough so this is God calling..............................
Whatever!!!
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Posted Oct 10th, 2009 at 08:15 PM by arshad5
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thanks
me tooo
its soooooooooooooooooo frustrating
because this is i guess one of the very few points in life when you are completely helpless and under control, can't do anything about anything
i want to scream at the unfairness and that if i had passports to evidence who i was why would address matter bah blahhh but you know they have one over you so you just got to shut up and put upPosted Oct 10th, 2009 at 08:22 PM by *Disco~Duck*
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Posted Oct 10th, 2009 at 08:42 PM by Skittlez
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Posted Oct 10th, 2009 at 08:46 PM by dildirani
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Posted Oct 10th, 2009 at 09:49 PM by Rainbow09
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Posted Oct 10th, 2009 at 09:51 PM by CorruptAngel
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Posted Oct 10th, 2009 at 10:01 PM by XChorniX
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Posted Oct 11th, 2009 at 01:57 PM by Berhi_Bee







insh'Allah i hope u get to see him soon
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