The peaceful days of my former home had came to an end as my husband came to receive me and then I remembered how I veiled my face in front of mother-in-law which is believed to be in respect for her given the years she had spent in the living world but here looking at my mother veiling her face from my husband made me confused.
"Mother, why are hiding your face? You are the elder one here, remember?"
"You idiot, it's our culture."
Yeah, I should have figured, everything is just culture and we have to follow them with our mind closed…. I am tired of this, want to run somewhere far away. This is the most excruciating accommodation with the demon called culture to put our soul on line as a most precarious guarantor. I knew saying anything would do no good to anyone so I let it go and departed with the newest member of my family.
The days in my new home pass by one after another and the depression also increased by each day. Every day was worse than before, mother-in-law and sister-in-law cursed me and my family any given chance, my husband never stopped complaining over food and laundry work I did, also he had been cranky over how dry my family was in welcoming him which I precisely didn't see.
I couldn't defend me or my family again and words of reproof struck in the back of throat as the anger melted down making not a flicker to pass through my face, and eventually it became an unshakable habit raised by itself as ability and feeling of showing the suppressed negative emotions out in front escaped me completely.
I could never understand to what extent does egoistic nature of my husband runs, given it had been a month since his complains of my parents going on, saying they insulted him but all of the trash talk about my ancestors much less my parents had been echoing in these walls and he was in no mean unaware of this, so what gave him the audacity to ask for respect when he didn't had the manners to talk about elders. It just gave me nausea to see these poor excuses for human. I despise this so called pure relationship where I am treated worse than servant and my parents give him respect he doesn't deserve.
If I were to ask reason for such discrimination then the answer has always been simple, firstly he is a man and second he earns, it's just that easy but it differs quite firmly in my opinion, if men earns then women also work hard from early morning to late night in raising family and maintain peace among members. But since money speaks, men's work shine bright in society and women dies within the imprisoning walls, drowned in her work yet no one bet an eye.