It was 26, November 1993 it was a beautiful day, the day after Thanksgiving. I woke up early because I had to do some shopping, I had a busy schedule for the day. I had to buy my kids the toys that they asked for, I miss having them with me. The only one i get to see, is Elliot (my porky) I love him very much he's agood kid. Well let me get the house cleaned because the taxi driver will be here
any moment now. Wow christmas is just around the corner, I really don't like
christmas, it's such a sad moment for me, I feel so lonely. I don't know what
I'm going to do. I miss my 2 baby daughter's, Vanesa is with my mother and
Lina is with her father. Mohamad Abdulatif Allen. 5:30p.m. the taxi driver
just dropped me off at home with all the shopping I did. I'm going to have to
go and pay a bill that I have at the store and when I get back I'll put everything
away. While I was walking to the store I noticed that 2 unknown black males
where following me. Everywhere I went they went, I felt frightened so I ran
into a store and called my brother Santos on the phone, the telephone rings,
but, nobody answers. I guess they weren't at their home. I was confused and
I din't know what to do, so I waited in the store for a little while.
6:20p.m. After waiting a little while I looked and noticed that the 2 unknown
black males were gone, At which time I left the store and started walking home.
6:35p.m. I got home and opened the door to the hallway and found something
unusuall, the lights were out. So I tried to get to my room as soon as possible,
when suddenly from the shadows I felt somebody grabbing me from behind
and then I felt that I was being stabbed. I tried getting away and screaming but,
they had covered my mouth so I couldn't scream. They stabbed me I don't know
how many times, I felt like I was about to faint and I was short of breath.
My right lung was punctured. I didn't have the strenth so I asked them "why
are you hurtting me?" I was in a lot of pain but, they didn't care, they kept on
hurting, cursing at me and stabbing me. They hog tied me, put me in a box
and put me inside a truck or van. I heard a man close to the van asking about
the van. I tried to scream but, I couldn't. They took me somewhere else I can
see a bridge and what looks like a river. Idon't know exactly where I am but,
they're hitting me with no mercy. They are trying to kill me. They hit me hard
with a pipe I felt that my head was coming off, my God help me. I'm feeling
that my life is coming to an end. Please God take care of my kids, pito,vanesa,
and lina I love you, God bless you'll. Oh God let this be the end, suddenly I
felt a bullet going thru my head. Helen Martinez was the sister of international
Billingual gospel singer and composer Maria Teresa Maldonado.
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4 comments:
My name is Lena Allan. I was very young when i last seen my mother, So I dont remember much. growing up I never forget my mother and as a child i wondered...Where is my mother? I remember Porky. As I became an adult I began to search and I pray that today I have found my mother and my family, and that my search has come to an end. Please contact me. (252) 236-8357
lenaallan@yahoo.com
hello my name is Ron Locus a friend of Lena allan she is tryn to get in contact with the family please give her or me a call at 252-236-8357 or 252-360-7959 thank you hope to hear from you soon
Don’t worry you big brother Pito arrived here. elbebe71@yahoo.com
Who is the author of this? This is one of Helen’s family members
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