zara

Leaning against the pillar at the back of the ballroom, I fully immerse myself into my surroundings. The gentle instrumentals of Bollywood music. The chatter and laughter of those catching-up with one another. The patches of confetti and flower petals signifying the bride and grooms entrance. The children running in between the tables, exploring their new- found playground. The vibrant colours and sparkling ornaments rightly infusing the couples’ cultural heritage into this very British ballroom. Amongst all these meaningful mementoes of celebration of this togetherness, I couldn’t keep my admiring eyes off my dear friend, the bride. There could be no greater happiness for me. To see the radiating joy from her and her beloveds face, as they shared this precious moment together. Even though my heart wasn’t too trusting of a mans’ love, I couldn’t help but love weddings.

Confessions...

Being a second-class citizen started in my own home.

My brothers served before me.

Their needs put before me.

They were pushed in their interests.

If I wanted to try something it was dismissed.

As a girl, my interests were irrelevant.

Girls don’t do that!

Cook, clean, take care of the house, that’s your responsibility.

The kitchen, the home, is where you belong.

Difference

You made up your mind,

My headscarf,

My skin colour,

My gender,

All spoke for me,

Her

There was an innocence in her eyes,

A passion in her voice,

Her smile extended across her entire face,

Her touch,

Once experienced you didn't want to let go,

A calmness surrounded her,

Her heart so gentle,

I was afraid the slightest thing could break it,

Two Masks

You wear your mask,

I wear mine,

You don't tell me how you truly feel,

Nor do I,

We both suffer in silence,