Sometimes completely unexpected, I find myself traveling backwards into my past.
Today, I found myself with a specific memory of being really afraid in the last few days before the marriage ended. My soul screamed at me that I was not safe but I had given up so much to come back to him, to make this work. Yet, I remembered him telling me that I had to wear a headscarf in public and me pleading him with to not make this a condition for the marriage to work. Wearing it, I felt humiliated but I guess that's what the intention was.If only the conditions had stopped there...
A flashback...not a flashforward.
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I am the daughter of immigrant parents and lived my life according to the rules of 1970s Pakistan. I married when I was 18 as expected and have two wonderfully, beautiful boys. I should have continued to serve my husband and his parents but I flew away holding my two babies close to me. I flew higher until I looked down and saw that what I was, was not me but a creation of what I should be...
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