This article is based on no particular subject. It is merely based on a few thoughts that were running through my head whilst I was revising and I felt the need to type it so, here I go. Ok. I’m feeling kind of apprehensive because I have never really shared my personal thoughts with such a large number of people. I must be feeling brave. I’m sure that what I’m going to be discussing in this article is going to make you stop and think ‘Yeah, that’s me. That girl reminds me of myself’ I actually hope that it does because I don’t want to write it all out and then not have anyone being able to relate to it.
I’m 17 years old now and I can’t deny that I have reached that age where marriage is constantly playing on my mind. For many of us, our parents had married at a young age and it was usually an arranged marriage to their cousins. Things have modernised since our parent’s generation – No one hardly ever marries within the family and instead, they prefer to find their own suitable marriage partner and settle with a love marriage. But, who knows best? Our parents or us?
I suppose that the possibility of not making the right choice regarding marriage is a daunting prospect. No one wants to face the harsh reality of possibly facing a divorce and being blamed for the breakdown of the marriage. So, what do you do? Is there anything that you can do? I know that I’m not making any sense – I hardly ever do but the point that I’m trying to make is that.... Can we really be trusted to make the decision of choosing a marriage partner or should that responsibility be left to our parents? Do we know ourselves as well as we think? So many unanswered questions. I’m actually feeling scared because.... I’m going to have to one day make that same decision and only God knows as to whether it will be the right/wrong one.
Lets say you have met a possible marriage partner and he has got near enough most of the qualities that you wanted. How do you go about informing you parents? Maybe you could say something like: ‘Mum, Dad – I’ve met someone... can i marry him?’ Nope. I don’t think so. Can you imagine telling your parents? Ooof. You’ll end up playing a game of 1001 questions, where your parents are asking the questions, and your left to cringe as you talk about how you met him and all the details in between.
I personally think that compared the guy, the girl has it harder. I mean, she has to get pass through her mothers game of 1001 questions, convince her dad that he’s the right marriage partner and grant him permission to ‘indirectly threaten him’ if he lays a finger on you. Just when you think you can contemplate about the fact that your engaged, you have to go through a meet and greet session with the whole of your neighbourhood and sit there for hours, listening to them arranging your wedding. Like Baba Ali says ‘Their Wedding, Your money’. You then finally get the chance to ring and inform your closest friends of the great news and put up with non-stop teasing. Once all of that is over, you are finally able to pinch yourself, all the while praying that it is not a dream and that it is in fact reality.
Woah! See what a girl has to go through? So yeah. That was what was going through my mind alongside cash flow and utilisation. (Business Studies stuff :/) I’m feeling kind of shy now. Ok. Well maybe more than kind of. It’s so much easier to write it rather than speak about it. I’d probably die of embarrassment.
I know that this is a more of a shorter article than compared to my other articles but that can’t be helped. Until next time, stay safe, remember me in your duas and judging by the clock, its Isha time so... what you waiting for? Asalamu Alaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuhu.
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