Crossing

09Nov08

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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Alive and well. El7emdillah.

It’s been crazy. My wedding party is in December, and we’re all trying to get things to be perfect.

What’s done:

the dress

the veil

the shoes

the shabka

What needs to be done:

The hair and make up people

The people who will turn the house into a cream and gold masterpiece

My hair accessory

The DJ

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Excerpts from my mind..

She looks our of her car window. She’s in a pensive mood. Her mood is elevated by the music she is listening to. Classical music with a twist. “Concerto With Love.” She smiles. She basks in the light of the memory. Parked outside her house, she recalls how upset and helpless she used to feel after a bad day. After a day of unexpected turns of events. Of bad news. Of blinking back tears. But it’s different now. Everything is.

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Her face blanched at what she was told. The words were so harsh that they slapped her in the face. How dare they? She was white and pure. Chaste. A victim of irrationality. Why her of all people? What was happening with her? She lost herself in her worry. Soon, she was drowning in the negativity of it all. And him.. His unrested face. Losing sleep over a mere assumption. What could she do to help? Nothing.. Again, helpless. Again, it’s people she cares about. Again.

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