I never fantasized about wearing a white gown and veil.
But I’m surrounded by people who interrogate me every year as to why I haven’t got married yet.
Perhaps if you weren’t here,
I would’ve had my own dreams.
Perhaps this dream would be to have my own house,
To not sacrifice my femininity,
To be proud of being a woman.
I would’ve liked to be Showikar or Mervat Amin.
I would’ve been proud to be a woman.
But I’m currently fighting a war.
I feel like I’m turning into a man.
I feel as if I’m growing an Adam’s apple from all the fighting and cursing.