In India cultures is usually custom that one never goes empty
handed when they are invited anywhere. Since historically the
bride lived with her husband in his ancestral home with his
family the dowry is a present a bride takes with her to her in laws. The value of a dowry depends on the culture and factors
such as income. In addition to cash, a dowry can come in the
form of jewelry furniture, property, vehicle livestock.
Bride price and dowry is often incorrectly defined as a man's
payment for a wife-or, if the reverse, the price s bride pays to get
married. According to her these are not correct definitions; she
goes on to explain the reasons for this. While something of a
value may be exchanged from one partner to the other, it is
considered a gift, not the price one pays to get married, It is
something women take as a security should she choose the leave
her husband.
Erum Salam has been writing since her time at Texas A&M
University where she wrote her school papers, The Battalion.
She is also a Founder of taxes A&M‟ chapter of the online
collegiate magazine Her Campus. She now works at The
Guardian and is a contributor to Bride Erum.
Maya Angelou Marguerite Annie Johnson was an American
memoirist, poet, and civil rights activist She published seven
autobiographies, three books of essays, several books of poetry,
and is credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows
spanning over 50 years. She received dozens of awards and
more than 50 honorary degrees. Angelou's series of seven
autobiographies focus on her childhood and early adult
experiences. The first, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969),
tells of her life up to the age of 17 and brought her international
recognition and acclaim. She is a woman who I admire as she
also wrote about her biography.
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She was to say, with words she repeated elsewhere: "We were
not created for our colour, but to love and be loved. "By Mother Teresa
In the quiet corners of a bustling city, where cobblestone streets
intersect and cultures collide, we found each other. My of sun kissed olive skin, and he, with eyes that held galaxies within
their depths. Our love story unfolded like a tapestry, woven from
threads of diverse traditions., We laughed echoing through the
shop, He whispered sweet nothings in his English language, my
dear you have a big head, people with big heads can get away
with murder, when he wanted to buy me a hat, it was wintertime,
people at the shop looked at us with despair, like how could he
talk to her like that. But I replied in his language a laughter we
realised the beauty of our differences. The love was unique and
palpable, genuine. we called each other by our nick names .
Our love was a passport, a ticket to explore uncharted territories.
www.Colpot.co.uk When misunderstandings arose, we navigated
the labyrinth of miscommunication with patience. His English
demeanour, was appealing we laughed, we shared the same jokes
knowing that love spoke a universal language of course English,
We took walks, and travelled to watch movies . went shopping
eyes glared our Love was the richness of diversity. Giggled like
children, in a playground, we were mates. For us was not just a
love story; that we celebrated our humanity‟ we had a place
where cultures entwined, and love knew no boundaries. Bought
him a police badge exactly like the ones for the children