I'm happy to be engaged - something that I thought I had cut myself off from with distancing myself as best I could from people. However, that barrier didn't seem to exist for him. I don't think that I could ever wish that that barrier had existed for him, but it's certainly an interesting thought as to what he would do to get through the barrier and to me. As happy as we are, as dedicated as I am, as commited he is, and as promising our future might be, neither of our families approve.
Their looks, their sneers, their snipe remarks bruise each of us with marks of shame instead of joy and jubilence. He is a Native Pakistani of 26-years. I'm a African-American of 17 years. Though the wedding isn't set until after I'm 18 and until after my high school graduation, even though I still plan to attend college, and even though he is one of the most endearing characters my family will ever have the pleasure of meeting as you meet a breath of fresh air for the first time in years of urban smog, they shun us both.
For me, he is willing. He will most likely be disowned by his family, never allowed to show his face again to them as their son if I am at his side and yet he endures. My mom's harsh words have cut me on more than one occassion and continue to threaten tears to spill from my eyes. A thousand blind eyes see us as we are and will be for each other, a thousand blind swords hack at us to tear us apart. They only see that I'm American, though I suspect skin bothers them much. My family only sees that he's Pakistani and he's 22. For him, I am willing.
We know we will most likely have no family outside of friends who are true friends, who will support us even when our families feud to keep us apart. I do not fear, I only fight tear shed because their eyes will likely never see what we see. But they can't see the things we see, they'll never know the things we know, the love we share. They also can't change the way we feel - only we can. And we will change how we feel for each other. Our friendship will never end; as it continues to grow and flourish, we will grow with it in a never-ending story.
It's all unwritten...
 Xits the Tragedy · Sat Aug 26, 2006 @ 03:49am · 0 Comments |
