Machines going out of order is acceptable. Toilets under maintenance, as well, is bearable. The potentiality of eliminating of clogs, blocks and all kinds of chunks, be it from a human heart or a pipeline of any kind is feasible. Ousting of substantial disorders is relatively attainable than impalpable. But, what if, the impediment is nowhere but mentally.
YES! a mental block, struggling to survive through this post anticipating losing it all.
Never have I ever faced this before. Is it for never being a writer or tedious previous months? (I always wanted to use the ‘never have I ever’ phrase, I get to use it at last. YAYY!!)
Or, is my creativity being crushed by my angst and stress? Or, is it the change I am going through in my life? Instead of relaxing and relishing the mini-uninvited break, being all jittery is the only task I have accomplished with perfection. Months have gone by, staying motivated initially meant smooth sailing through the silent sea oblivion of the intramural storm rising with each passing day.
The mental block is piling up, so, today, deciding to go against the flow and write all about it. Since 11:00 am, struggling and yet, here I am, at 5:00 pm still battling for words and focus.
Sharing experiences: Recently, at a local centre, I happen to meet an individual who invested his savings from his job in setting up three shops in the marketplace. Only to find them turn to ashes one morning from the night’s blaze. Around AED half a million trickling down to just AED 500 in the pocket. However, Love and tragedy, both, as unpredictable as our future with no fixed time, place or scenario. Overnight bankruptcy, lifelong savings down the drain, not to mention his breakup at the time, yet, the man is content and grateful as his employees or himself remained unharmed. Helping him filter the right kind of people worth sticking around while emphasizing the value of life over the love of objects.
Positivity floods through when we meet such experienced people elevating appreciation for our situation. Nonetheless, it is all right to go through dejection and lowliness. However, to stay dejected and miserable is not alright.
This post is my attempt to get back to what I love doing, ‘blogging’.
Let us know in the comments below, have you suffered from a mental block ever or have risen stronger from your previous fall?? Would love to hear your story.
A prevailing fact, humans are created from various elements found in dust, making the elements of the deceased un-foreign for the soil to accept and enfold. Hence, the famous quote, ‘from dust to dust’.
As each category has exceptions, the formation of humans is exempted from having an exception. Irrespective of colour, caste, culture, religion, status, lifestyle, etc. the unprejudiced soil invariably embraces the carcass. The global population falls under ‘rags to riches’ bracket on the monetary axis. Yet, the life envelopes shut in the same soil, making it no different for the affluent or the destitute.
While the course of formation elements being the same as the dissolving elements for all, locating the loophole for racism, discrimination is beyond reach.
However, annihilation by mending the loopholes is practicable. Contempo chaotic episodes of manslaughter merely for the skin colour is barbaric.
An abhorrent glance while spitting out a few spiteful phrases over morning tea shaking our heads in despair, has been our only action condemning repugnant executions.
Most of us lucky getting away from such racist situations, but, the few who land up there, hardly make it out of there safe and sound. Scarred emotionally or physically or in worst scenarios, enters walking, exits on stretchers.
How fair is it, to be treated unjustly only by the skin colour? Is it just the skin colour or beyond that?? Verily, the skin tone has nothing to do with it. The victim of racism is at no fault, but, falls prey to the ludicrous behaviour of questionable individuals. Upbringing is extensively responsible for various approach towards different culture, caste and race.
Minute a soul leaves the comfort of the womb into the world, the ears are filled with remarks on the skin tone of the newborn. Whereas, a child irrespective of colour is a blessing in every sense. We are born with no discrimination sense.
Then the baby gets showered with white dolls and flawless toys. Hence, lighting a spark of ‘appearance is only that all matters.’ Here, the dolls could be of different colours and race while a few flawed toys can do help the child a great deal in accepting the impaired mates and gifted companions, inculcating a sense of inclusion and acceptance.
Our voice becomes their voice. The way we address others becomes their way of communication.
Further, idolizing actresses and actors who look good and made to appear flawless increases the want to be like them and adding to the negativeness against the concept of inclusion and acceptance. Acknowledging and accepting the community as it is without any remorse will nullify the acts like bullying, ragging and other irking behavior. take over the hatred for color and caste, only ending up extreme episodes of mutilation.
Let’s begin educating and practicing from our homes and within our means. To end my post, I would like to highlight facts of racism never being a part of any religion. For example: In the Holy Quran, Allah says “…We created you from a single (pair) of a male and a female and made you into nations and tribes, that you may know each other. Verily the most honoured of you in the sight of God is he who is the most righteous of you.” (Qur’an, 49:13) Here, stated clearly that no man is held higher or lower in position, but, is only honored based on his deeds.
Race, caste is the brainchild only of humans and we need to get rid of it.
The key mechanism of any relationship lies in ‘a little give, a little take’.
Parent-child bond, bonds through marriage or a professional tie, all are signified while accomplishing the potential only by two-way traffic, ‘A little give, A little take’.
A time bomb named as ‘relationship’ comprising cogs, namely, ‘providing and receiving’ operate in absolute sync consuming essential components like love, loyalty, trust, respect, communication, etc as the lubricant to avoid friction. If at all, any imbalance in the two cogs occurs, the mishap generally is followed by the glitch in the time bomb emanating catastrophes.
21st-century bondings have no common grounds with the ties and bonds shared back in the olden days. Families, friends and acquaintances stuck together for ages, then.
Presently, any family connection or social affiliation easily associated to a time bomb, reason being, lack in the balance of giving and taking. Either, it is excess giving & no taking or, excess taking & no giving, in any case, bringing the connection ties’ survival rate to nearly zero.
The shift in priorities has led to poignant consequences, lately. Willingness to compromise bearing in mind the well-being of the bond or the greater good coming with it has been engulfed in the love of mere commodity and rank.
An integral part of a bond is to compromise.
However, to compromise is traditionally mistaken for acquiescing consumption of ourselves. Or, when the committed party is overly consumed ensued by his dedication, loyalty, love and priority.
To gain benefits, giving up on a few is enforced. It is nearly impossible to have all that is desired by one. Which raises the question of, what to compromise on and for what to strive?
Individual choices, mindsets, desires, tradition, qualification, upbringing and circumstances execute the decision of what to compromise.
Overlooking education for a blissful happily ever after is preferable for some, while sweeping the idea of marriage under the carpet for a successful career might be more convenient for some. Quitting a job for taking care of the households may be the idea of compromising for many, while compelled signup as a breadwinner of the house become the compromise for some.
The complication has never been ‘the compromise’, but, what is being compromised and how much is being compromised.
The exploitation of a compromising person excels in assorted setbacks.
The mishap may be distinct, right from mental breakdowns to breakups, from disloyalty to deception, from animosity to resentment, and many more such ill-consequences.
What not to compromise:
As we all are compelled to make a compromise, what to compromise on is always in our control. Like things which should never be compromised are your ideas, goals, faith and belief, values, self-respect, dignity, happiness, individuality, integrity and self-worth along with any other facet of life you cannot imagine giving upon. For example: For me, it is my son. Compromising on being with him to get into new ties, is an inconceivable notion for me.
So, before compromising, be sure of not compromising on the checklist provided above along with the aspect most dear and close to you and your heart.
How much to compromise:
While compromising, be upfront in drawing a line on how much is more and beyond the limit. No matter whoever we are with, the more we let ourselves be consumed, the more we get consumed, there is no upper limit set unless we set it ourselves.
Serve on middle grounds until you’re at the receiving end as well. If only you’re the one providing, there might be an unpleasant finish.
For whom to compromise:
Who feels just right. Trust your instincts.
Who knows your capability and capacity to give and wouldn’t ask for beyond.
The one equally providing and bringing his input into the ties, making the bonds stronger.
Who acknowledges your effort and recognises your intentions even if the result turns out as unexpected.
The one who wouldn’t exploit your resources of varied nature in any manner.
Your parents without any conditions. The fact, they bring you into this world equate all your compromises.
For whom to not-compromise:
The one who never acknowledges your greatest efforts.
For the one, who never have it enough.
The ones who step into the bond empty-handed.
The one gauges your emotions, feelings through your compromise and degree of submission.
For the one who would perpetually demand more.
The one who will stipulate the flow of the relationship based on your compromises and efforts.
Anyone who deliberately demands a compromise on your reverence and value.
Lastly, after a certain point, there should be no scope of regret left. Compromise enough for the ones worth it while keeping your values, dignity and all the above intact, hence, keeping no room for remorse.
Is there anything you would want to add on any of the areas covered in the post? Do let us know in the comments below.
Cheese, as we know is loved and relished by many. So, how could we miss out on an easy-peasy recipe which contains cheeeeeeeese 🙂
For the Ramadan Special segment, glittercut.com brings to you the easiest recipe of mini processed crafted cheese rolls, adding to your balanced diet with the essential supply of vitamins and minerals. Most of all, this dish is a sure shot hit among the kids.
I have used Kiri cheese cubes, as it is easily available here in the markets and in the lock down, you want to get a pack of your own, click here.
So, let’s get cookin’
Ingredients: serves 3
Kiri Cheese Cubes 3 cubes cut into half
ready – to – use Samosa pattis / Switz Samosa Leaves 3 pattis / leaves
Wheat flour 1 Tbsp dissolved in 1/4th cup of water (this will act as a glue to stick the corners of the pattis / leaves.)
Sugar 1 cup
Water 150 ml
Cardamom 2 pcs
Take one patti / leaf at a time and cut it into equal half from the short edge.
In each half, place one half of the Kiri Cheese cube and fold the patti neatly. Make sure to glue the edges of the patti well using the wheat flour mix.
Once all the rolls are ready, in a deep pan, heat oil. In the oil add the rolls one by one and fry until delicious golden brown.
In a pan, add water and sugar along with cardamom. While on heat, mix well until the sugar dissolves completely and forms a rich sweet liquid.
Empty the syrup in a deep bowl.
Dip the rolls in the sugar syrup bowl and serve on a plate.
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You can seal the edges of the patti, dipping your finger in the paste and spreading it on edges.
The servings are 2 rolls for each person, you can add and serve as you like.
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I am nominated for the Vincent Ehindero Blogger Award by Shweta Suresh, creator and writer of Mr Random Ramblings. Short stories, tiny tales along with her many blogging recognition add to her successful persona. Visit her blog to know more about her. You will be dazzled as well. I can’t thank you enough. ❤
Thank the person that nominated you with a link to their blog.
Make a post of the award (with a photo).
Post the rules.
Ask 5-10 questions of your choice.
Nominate 10-30 other bloggers.
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Answer to Shweta’s questions:
What’s the last movie that you watched?
Miracle in cell no. 7
What is your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?
Walk on the beach while getting wet in the rain.
What are you doing to beat the lock-down blues?
Workout, read, pray, cook and blog.
How long can you go without using your phone?
Only for the time I’m asleep while setting my phone on silent mode.
What do you most value in your friends?
Trustworthy and supportive
Do you have a favorite fictional character? What makes her/him your favorite?
Genie, from Aladdin has a great sense of humor while he is always by Aladdin’s side and supports him in every possible way with all his powers and charm.
Winter or Summer?
What is love, in your point of view?
Love, it can only be with a living thing, with objects, it is being merely materialistic. Love makes you want go out that extra mile and take that chance for the sake of keeping the spark burning. Love is accepting the complete package of and about the other person without any discretion.
What is your favorite movie or TV show?
Dynasty / Nailed it / 4 more shots please / Band Bajaa Bride
If you could time travel, where (when?) would you go?
I would want to go back to the time when I delivered my son and relive the moment as I really miss his initial 2 years and I feel I did not enjoy it as much I should have. Now he is growing up too quickly.
While being nominated for the award, I would like to nominate my blogging friends for the same;
New fashion, new trends are being offered to us constantly through out the year. Style is what we choose to do with fashion choices being offered to us. So, Style is being yourself with the fashion you choose.
You can always be immensely creative with your outfit and your approach to style.
I firmly believe that a person dresses according to their personality. A creative person tends to be more inclined towards trying out new trends and is not afraid to try out loud colors and accessories.
Fashion is what product you buy of the shelves, be it a simple tee, or a regular jeans, but, style is what you decide to with the tee or the jeans you purchased. A tee can be paired with the jeans or to add little twist to your day, pair it with a skirt and accessorize with nice pair of long earrings. and voila!! your good to go..
A little about my fashion choice: I like to pick out the most eccentric choice available on the shelf. I hardly own a simple tee or a regular top, if in need, I beg, borrow, steal from my sister’s closet (isn’t that’s what sisters are for? :D), as our style statement is poles apart.
Whereas, about my style, I habitually amplify my outfit, either by accessorizing or by makeup or pairing up with the weirdest color combinations.
Today, for our Panache Le Glittercut, we have a dressy outfit, yet classy and elegant.
A regular maroon t-shirt is worn in shirt with the wide legged maroon trouser and paired with a similar color hijab. The reason for choosing the monotone basics is that, I wanted my over coat to be the center attention along with my cut out stilettos.
The single color outfit is then topped off with an overcoat of net of a lighter shade of peach. Using a contrasting dark underlying color is for highlighting the color of the overcoat. The chic thread work on the overcoat is elegant and the single color acts as a canvas for the embroidery to be displayed on. The frilly bell sleeves itself are dramatic, narrowing down my accessory choice to just a rose gold ring.
The trousers chosen are not floor length as the length of the over coat need to be flaunted, so, to make sure the length of the trouser is slightly shorter than the floor-length gown in order to flaunt your heels adding to your style statement. The heels I chose for the outfit are rose gold as they compliment the peach netted coat and go well with the monotone outfit as well.
The reason, why I mentioned creativity and style statement in the beginning of this post is because, I got my overcoat from a very improbable isle of the store. While wondering in the isles of a boutique I happened to cross the lingerie section, where the overcoat proudly stood grabbing my attention. the moment i set my eyes on it, I had already visioned myself in the above outfit. So, yaaa, it is basically meant to be a nightwear for ladies, while I nominated for the above outfit.
So, YEAH… that’s where all your creativity and your style comes to use.
What is the most erratic fashionable look you have ever tried? Whats your fashion choice and your style in the comments below???
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Admiration, adoration, appreciation of beauty, amusement, anger, anxiety, awe, awkwardness, boredom, calmness, confusion, craving, disgust, emphatic pain, entrancement, excitement, fear, horror, interest, joy, nostalgia, relief, etc are all various categories of emotions.
A typical person would experience many of the above emotions in different instances.
An individual who encounters various emotions and gracefully handles it is taken to be mentally stable along with being aware of himself and his actions.
The correlation of emotions with feelings is that of height and weight.
Every emotion has a specific feel along with it.
Every emotion is a blessing, be it of any kind.
However, today, I would like to dedicate my post to emotional sedation. Sedative effect on our mental awareness of emotions.
A traumatic childhood, an unexpected negatively charged extreme event which we were never prepared to face at the given time. It’s a hard blow on our psychological and emotional capacity of dealing with situations. Thus, leading to tinnitus, further resulting in lingering emotional numbness.
Emotional numbness, surprisingly, apart from the above-stated cause, can also be cultural and societal. In many cultures, the emotional state is not given due attention and hence, crying is related to weakness, while anger is looked up for strength. These societies pushing the mental health under the carpet, emphasizes its people on being stoic, rational and emotionally invulnerable.
Having oneself in these various situations, the preferred road is simple, not to feel any emotions at all.
The instance can be no better than that of a rape victim. The atrocious episode leaves the victim with a string of loud tinnitus and moving on to emotional numbness. the heinous event concludes in a void of emotions. Unable to feel, express or communicate becomes new configuration in the system of the sufferer. Similarly, severe loss, stress, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), physical and mental abuse, are also few of many causes for sedation of emotions.
When speaking of mental health, emotional numbness is still a secret disease calling out for more attention. large numbers are oblivious of their malady, while others are in denial, as being stoic, stable and emotionally aware are always valued and held in high prestige.
The crisis awareness of emotional numbness is eminent. Somebody in sentimental anaesthesia is no longer aware of any feeling, emotions or sentiments. Be it of his own or anyone involved, hence, dysfunctional coping mechanisms, depression, spiritual emptiness, inability to enjoy life, inability to form close and fulfilling relationships, disconnection from the inner self, confusion, irritability, fatigue, addictions, chronic illnesses, and somatic illnesses, inconsideration, insensitiveness, etc follows.
Being mindful of ourselves and ones around us is the key to reach out.
Mentioned below are a few analytical ways in which one can be pinpointed.
Failure to express strong negative or positive emotions
Inability to “fully participate” in life (i.e. feeling like you’re a passive observer)
‘Life is like a dream’ sense. (a feeling of unreality)
Living on autopilot.
Absence of interest in schemes, others find fun.
Feeling aloof from others.
An impulse to revoke from friends and family members.
Emotions are only felt in the body as sensations, but not by the mind
Animosity for people who show vivid emotions (both positive and negative)
Feeling numb in situations which should typically engender strong emotion
Panic attack when intense emotions eventually breakthrough.
Physical and mental insentience or blandness.
The extreme numbness may even influence the patient for suicidal attempts too.
Once we know the causes. Identify the silent bearers to recommend the ways to cure the silent disease.
As, the sentimental sedation is not permanent and so, the cure is available for both, long and short term.
Identify the underlying reason for the numbness.
See a psychiatrist. It is completely alright to visit a mental-health doctor. The old fashioned taboo of having a mental health issue is no more a dispute (at least in many countries and cultures).
Talk to people who you feel closest to. People who make you feel connected, communicate and help yourself attain relief.
Exercise daily. Yoga, boxing, kick-boxing are great stress busters. However, a casual walk around the neighborhood also does wonders.
Get ample sleep. Lack of sleep adds to the irritation and fatigue, hence, worsening the situation.
A well-balanced healthy diet is a must. It helps regulates and improves your mood.
Stress management. Minimize the stress and engage in stress-busting activities like meditation, prayers. Identify the stress enhancing factors and try to deal with them positively while getting rid of them eventually.
Determine emotions and articulate emotions. if you find this the hardest. do not delay in seeing a psychiatrist, let him tap your emotions for you and you can take it forward from there. 🙂
To the ones who are suffering from emotional numbness, you are not the only one. There are a lot more fighting the secret fight daily and maybe in the worst of situations. This sickness is momentary if crucial care is provided at once.
Have your say on emotional numbness in the comments below.
10th October 1991, Thursday when Roll No 638 bewitched me just to change the course of my perspective, priorities and preferences. Ever since then I began to live in a world of fantasy wherein everything revolved around him. Days definitely commenced with my routine customary prayers, but now they changed too. Imploring God to have a glimpse of Roll No 638 became its objective. Sleepless nights were spent weaving dreams of us together while days were spent supplicating that he does not play truant. But with each passing day, his reckless play-truant attitude gradually grew stronger, making my prayers more intense and his appearance less likely.
Twenty Eight long years, yet our first encounter is etched deep in my memory, every detail distinctively fresh and crisp. It was our college excursion where we had first met; with every eye contact no dialogues were exchanged yet our eyes spoke volumes making the day worth memorable. Distinctly reminiscing when he first appeared before me, with all his opulent personality, dressed in the most casual grey stonewashed jeans and white printed shirt, his chiselled jaw lifted with a sweet, pleasing smile accentuating his devil’s tooth, his eyes twinkling with impishness, his dark black hair neatly done behind and his voice though exuding pride yet was soothing and genial. He had an unusual lethal combination of sturdy, muscular physique and an incredible sense of humour (a combination almost extinct in men then). He was the Greek God per se, a bearer of a charming, smart and attractive demeanour. A complete package any girl would fall for. He had successfully cast his spell upon me that day.
He became the reason to regularly attend college. My eyes would scan the classroom only to rest on him and vice versa. His look would pulverize me, blushingly I would rip my eyes away from his. Less attention was on the lessons but more on his hilarious comments and mischief. He was roll no 638 and I was roll no 645, we occupied adjacent benches during exams. Being a regular student, my notes would always make rounds in the class. However, my adonis made use of them only during exams for cheating purposes. Thus my only motive to study for exams was to share my answer sheet with him in order to ensure that we remain class fellows.
Since we were pursuing science, laboratory sessions were an essential part of the course. He would be irregular for lectures but fortunately regular for lab sessions. I would always look forward for these sessions as we were to arrange ourselves as per our roll numbers. We shared the same lab counter for experiments. We had many instances where we bumped into each other, grabbed the same test tube or the same chemical but ironically spoke nothing just smiled and drew ourselves in different directions. With him around I was oblivious to the world around me. We would enjoy every silent and speechless conversation between us.
Probably, coming from a conservative family social barriers, fears and pressures prohibited us from being extrovert. Subsequently, deterring us to speak to each other too, but however, we shared an amazing oculesics communication.
Today, I sit back and traverse down the memory lane just to understand that life goes on. No one is indispensable and so is he. My life has moved on unfortunately without him but with beautiful memories of his charismatic smile, his humour filled one-liners and his devil-may-care attitude. Optimistically I believe his life too must have moved on successfully with someone worthy.
But, today while ruminating the past, I regret not speaking to him at least once! How I regret he could have taken the initiative to speak to me at least once (being the man)! How I wish we could express our feelings for each other in words! Why didn’t I ever muster up my courage and confess? Why didn’t he ever articulate his feelings into words?
I am positive, wherever he is, he might be still remembering me. As I still remember him. His well-being is always included in my prayers till date but crossing paths now after 28 years is always excluded.
Stay blessed wherever and whoever you are with …
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This is for who you were and what you should be; you were someone with high aspirations and big dreams, you wanted to travel a lot and explore the unexplored, you wanted to walk high streets, live in a mansion,wear exquisite clothes and fine jewelry with an army of servants-a princess.
Splash !!! Wake-up, Wake-up,
You are 21, married, and the reality is;
Your loneliness having a spouse, bruises, hurt, pain and turmoil. Physical and emotional trauma, you are disconnected.
5 years of tragedy ended with a lesson ideal ending isn’t possession of wealth but genuine relationship.
Alas!! learnt it a very hard way.
Now you yearn for a small loving home where trust, respect are valued and treasured, which can be cherished for life. Like your previous dreams, this too remains unfulfilled.
At 29, you are gifted with a divorce with a package of fights over our two daughters, least expected but you braved the storm and came out of it with dignity and grace and ready to dream once again!! Ready to blow my bubble again!!
This time be kind to yourself by loving yourself first and living your dream and be an inspiration and leave behind a legacy that no one can define you but the CHOICES you make.
Now is your chance to live your dreams. Love, Hafsah
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“She gazed out of the window to find a moonless sky full of twinkling stars…”, and within the skies, among the stars, she could see her unfettered self in the world of her dreams, with no confinement.
Zoe, 15, restricted within her home out of cultural and authoritative stipulation surrendering to the norm of the family since ages. Like many other girls in her country, she could never leave the house except, the day, when she says her vows and steps into her ‘happily after’. Her gateway into her world of imagination was the only window in her room. The window knew her and had seen the most phases of her growing up than anyone in the household would have ever cared to notice. It was the sole witness to her sorrow, her joy, her beauty unfolding while she confessed her secrets, desires and hope into the thin air through the window.
‘Zoe’, meant life, named by her mother who she loved immensely, while craving for the slightest jolly communication with her father. Usually complaining, Zoe, had interrogated her mom, as to why she named her ‘Zoe’ while she is just living and not alive. Only to find her mom responding ‘you gave me life, by coming to this world, and for the reason, I called you ‘Zoe’, you are my life, Zoe’.
Skipping night’s sleep was a preferable affair to sit at the window to feel the crisp wind brush her skin while her hair softly plays along. Her thoughts would wander from running in the woods, going to school, making new friends, singing, dancing and never coming back to her pen. Tears, like all other nights, would assemble on the window sill, leaving a stain on drying, giving away a sneak of the last night’s silent dialogue.
With every passing year, as Zoe bloomed into an elegant teenager, her desire for freedom, grew stronger.
Her other brothers were so well looked after by her father with all the deserved attention, facilities resources to lead a happy childhood. They went to school, had friends and usually invited them over over suppers for which Zoe just like a good sister had to serve them. She had happily started serving their friends since ‘Zion’ had been her brother’s newfound-slightly-older friend. Zion was the sweetest among all his friends, he noticed Zoe and would greet her with a smile and usually exchanged greetings and thank yous. Zion was the only one who would make her feel noticed, while for everyone else she was more than transparent. Lately, all the adrenaline seemed to shoot up, upon his sight or even his smile, while she caught him stealing glances at her in return. For the first time in ever, she had imagined of another individual by her side while she enjoyed and roamed the lands by free will.
The girls in the neighborhood, if they are lucky enough dodging the abortion of their initial existence seemed to have come with the same destiny as Zoe’s. They all had to finish up the chores, take care of the household and younger siblings while not getting to go to school, or go out in woods, or make new friends. All the girls in the locality had secretly got their confidante in stars, moon, window, ceilings or their pet.
However, their worst nightmare shared by all was to get married in their teens to the man of triple times their age. She had been to Sasha’s wedding earlier this month, she dreaded to be in the situation, as the only memory she has of Sasha is of crying, wailing and getting dragged into the car at the end of the ceremony by her very old groom.
Earlier during the day, overhearing the conversation of her parents her panic-stricken self had managed to compose herself with the utmost difficulty. That night, gazing at the stars, realizing the absence of the moon by the natural darkness spread over the night, she couldn’t hold back her tears, while she wept inconsolably, the words of her parents rung in her head repeatedly. She remembered her mom opposing her father, while he came an announced the news of setting up Zoe’s wedding in the coming week. Zion was one of the many thoughts which occurred repeatedly during that night which increased the tears count immensely.
It was then she decided she could never end up in a much miser situation, and now is the time to make a decision, for the marriage was never going to happen.
But, the puzzle to her liberation and freedom was not yet solved.
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