I really hated our community's traditions. I was only sixteen and was set to be married and the most annoying thing it will be to an old man. My brothers had vowed they'll never allow that to happen but I was worried since none of them now will be at home to protect me." I'll protect you body and soul" I nodded even though I didn't know how's he was going to do it. He hugged me tightly" say hello to Hiran and Heran " I smiled at him and left. My heart concorted in painful lumps." Let's leave now" I was taken aback by mom's voice and wondered if she hadn't left. She looked as if she'd been crying but as faced me she faked a smile. I knew why she'd been acting like this but chose to let her be for now.
We left our homestead and joined the other women and young girls as we had to prepare delicacies for celebration. The elder women cooked whilst us we prepared the ingredients. Some few metres from us there were young morans busy roasting the meat. I could hear some girls giggling to themselves as they shyly looked at the young men. They were a sight to behold. They looked muscular, their abs shining against the sun, their hair all coloured red and how they just went about their business was just a delicacy to the eyes. " Naserian, I'd really love to be married to the young morans rather than the old men" this was my best friend and I could hear the sadness and bitterness in her voice. I stared at her she was lucky that she hadn't been betrothed to anyone unlike me who was set to marry in a week's time and the thought of it really made my heart squeeze in pain.