My Promised Girl – Part II

This memoir of a Promise of God starts from  My Cinderella.  Kindly start from there. Thanks.

But as was prophesied in the Pornographic dream, God saved me from the two beautiful, young and hot virgin sisters.

Anyway you see it, that f*uk trip to Murree was an Eve-less, stupid idea. Had I slept with the sisters, would that have helped anyone of the 3 sisters?

No.

That’s why it’s necessary for us, men, to listen to our women AND OBEY!

Or you’ll end up like Terminator T-800 in the 1984 movie!

But before you judge my dear Uncle, know that he was under immense pressure from Safia and under similar circumstances, you’ll do this and even worse.

Now when my Uncle returned back from Karachi, I requested an audience with him to make a proposal…

And God found it prudent to make another perplexing move.

On the eve of our important meeting, I first received an evil spirit who told me Saima and my Uncle were both being dishonest with me and they believed I was a fool.

I decided to call off the meeting and go home.

“No. You shall proceed with your plans, regardless”!, said God.

His ways baffle me!

Thus, at the meeting, we both were prepared, each in his own way.

At the outset, I made it clear that this wasn’t about engagement but a marriage proposal.

My Uncle advised me not to name a girl and take a couple months to make up my mind.

I used to confuse Saima’s name with Memona’s.

That tricky, playful Saima!

It’s not easy to mingle with girls in conservative Pakistan. But that’s not an excuse for my foolish confusion of my cousin’s name with whom I was playing the game of love.

I was a fool lost in a world of giants and I could use some help.

My uncle’s wife noticed my hesitantion and helped me out by mentioning Saima’s name.

A girl may play stupid tricks but I could trust a mother, I knew.

She poor was sitting on the floor beside her husband like a good bitch.

Her father’s ways with her mother made Safia hate Eve-less, patriarchal Pakistan.

I thanked my uncle’s wife and told her what a great burden she had lifted off my chest.

Hearing Saima’s name, my uncle advised me again to take it easy, think it over and then decide with a rational mind.

He graciously informed me that he was in no hurry.

But I was.

I said “I have given you my word and my words are final.

A mountain would move from its place, a river would change its course and a lightening bolt would return to heaven but my words will not change.”

I had borrowed these thunderous words from the Bollywood movie, Sanam Be Wafa (Dishonest Lover).

But I was not too off the mark.

In Bible, God says “The heaven and earth will pass but My words will not pass away.”

My uncle felt scared by my emotional resolve but he didn’t lose his cool.

He thought of putting an impossible condition and asked me to bring at least two brothers to the wedding party.

He knew that wasn’t gonna happen as all my brothers were against that marriage, I had foolishly cared to inform him first thing on my arrival.

Let’s say I take pride in being a fool because my God is a Lord.

We can’t be wise and claim to follow God all at the same time.

The Bible says “My wisdom is a folly in the sight of the world” and “He catches the wise in his own craftiness.”

Or as Isaiah writes, “My thoughts are not your thoughts. Neither your ways are My ways. For as heaven is higher than earth, so My thoughts and My ways are higher than your thoughts and your ways.”

Thus the meeting was over.

My uncle later suggested July-August for holding the wedding party, since my brothers used to visit Pakistan during that time.

My good Uncle thought a deadline would add to my stress and…

I accepted his impossible challenge.

With me, no challenge goes unanswered.

On my last night at uncle’s, I told Safia, while all others were present and listening, “There’s going to be a war over my marriage.”

She countered, “No, there’s nothing wrong and we’re all happy. I’m happy, OK?”

I insisted “Oh, yes there’ll be a war and you too will fight but it’ll all pass and we’ll later enjoy its memories.”

When it came time for my departure back to Karachi, my uncle dropped me at the train station… and took Safia with him.

When I was seated with my aunt in the train, he looked at Safia who was standing on the platform and said “There are no conditions there, OK?”

I knew there were no conditions there.

Wide was the road that led to being patriarchal in Pakistan.

But what about women?

This post continues  here.  Thank you.

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My Promised Girl – Part II

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