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  • Today is a Day ...Our Day? Who's Day? But For Us ? or...well...what will it bring...or do ...or ...
    'Oh Please think good and be happy for a day, at least for today, you and I , we all are blessed'
    Yes, and indeed we are'
    And then she began to tell me a story....her story, a story perhaps of many women, many untold....true? I cannot say, yet facts are strange as is life itself, a mystery for many....

    "Troubling disturbing memories and uncontrolled thoughts stormed her mind, tightening the contours of the brain as if someone had strongly pulled the reins,tugging fiercely at the bridle, the sea waves crashed against the rocky sand again and again but nothing seemed to shake the firmly stepping horse shoes of the tall black steed with the full length bushy tail. ' A perfect rider' he was
    and today she would have been beside him-he on his elegant Arab stallion trotting proudly and she equally graceful though perhaps riding bareback as now.....
    'Ah!My Uncle' ...she stopped and heaved a deep painful sigh....
    "People would surely appreciate such a pair of graceful human beings, but...why on this blessed sacred or should she call it 'cursed' Earth her deeply loving uncle would choose that special moment to tell her' the one sentence a woman' any woman' would never wish to hear
    " he is not handsome'
    'Why are you telling me now uncle? didn't you know this when you insisted on this match? or who was the great cheat who sent a false old photograph that kept everyone so happy and satisfied' Ah what a charming face'...

    She glanced at herself, decorated embroidered, bejeweled, hardly any tradition out of place, how perfectly a girl is prepared on the outside, in dress and make-up, the inside the heart the feelings the emotional chamber does not matter-all eyes perceive the apparent, snow white, goldilocks,rosy apple cheeks.
    'Come on sign the paper or I will go outside and tell everyone' Uncle was getting impatient, as mostly men are...

    'what will you tell them, now uncle?'

    Through the window she saw her mother smilingly in conversation with the wife of a very senior officer, she could hear the music playing...everyone seemed so happy'How much more time do you need,girl'? Uncle was getting impatient.

    This was the East where the girl hardly gets to see or know the man she would have to spend her life with.

    'Oh what forceful imprisoned feeling it is' Pretending, all the way...
    'here I have written my name'if that's what is important' She sat dumb and numb.
    And Uncle seemed happy and relieved.

    'well, it is in a way'
    'wow here comes the bride' how pretty what lovely makeup what a lovely color of the dress and such exquisite jewelry...

    'among other things that friends had told her about him, riding was one skill she loved, she had secretly learned to ride a horse herself.
    'Not handsome, not handsome' these words started thumping like hard hoof beats...'handsome is who handsome does' Oh forget those sayings now, they are never true'

    Away away the function was soon over and all that was left were the stables. Horses and horses and horses
    Waiting at the open veranda of the farm-like house she heard a step, as she turned her body went stiff, she let out a loud scream and fainted...
    She had been married to a man whose face looked like a .....a ....a horse or so it appeared to her'
    'She ran and ran faster than any horse....and did not remember anything after that just that she was alive.

    She rode often on the beach so peaceful, and wondered about the terrible horse' face -was life a dream....
    And then away she rode on her horse, free as the wind...or was she?
    I wondered' where lies the freedom of a woman?
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