Published July 16, 2014 by katysoqewl

A recall down memory lane made me question myself the above. 2 weeks ago Tasneem walked into my bedroom holding her side saying that she had gotten hurt. On enquiry, the reply I got was from the squared granite downstairs. Then the veils were lifted and the puzzle pieces joined

  • Uzair had phoned the same day she got hurt, but it wasn’t one of those “GET A ROOM” calls, it was hap- hazard and quick.
  • The same week the wedding cards got sent out
  • Now, two weeks later they are married!!!

This all happened way too fast. It never occurred to me because I thought it was desperate love, but after a full CT scan, my assumptions were right. She was PREGNANT!!!!

He couldn’t risk his status, so he forced her into marriage. Knowing Tasneem, she probably fought and disagreed and that is how the physical abuse came in. He had to make it seem spectacular so he planned an extraordinary wedding. He knew I’d be spying, so he had to pamper her a bit, but behind closed doors, the heartless Uzair came out, the abusive one that never respected women.

Just another day after this tragic realization with snow falling softly on the window pane, Tasneem entered my room, tears in her eyes, a look of regret and words that sent shockwaves to my every vein, “ I am getting a divorce!!”

But….. What happened to the whole prince charming and Cinderella wedding? With disbelief I looked on to find a tasneem that cried more than she smiled, a tasneem that had gone into depression and a tasneem that was now anorexic.

Two months down the line, I got a call from a crying Aunty Fameeda ( Tasneems mummy) with news that sent shivers up my spine… Tasneem had passed away!!!

Tears welled up in my eyes as I write this, thinking about all the dreams she had, all the memories we shared and all the experiences, trials and blessings we endured together.

If there is anything I can learn from this is that not everything is as it seems. On the surface all might look good, but below the surface tectonic plates might be shifting beneath.





















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