This is the final page of my story. I am thankful to all, those who read silently, and those who provided me a feedback. Hope that you like the ending.
Social Pressure – Page 11
Fortunately, Suha was waiting for her with open arms. She didn’t have any resentments of what happened. She didn’t even say “I told you so”. She was so considerate, and tried to console her friend.
“You know Sarah; you never know what other paths of life you would have chosen. Don’t regret what ever happened to you. At least you have this beautiful gift – your son – to take care and live for. Do you think that my choice was better? My husband cheated on me with another woman. My situation isn’t better than yours. I ended up divorced with two kids to take care of, why don’t you seek divorce like I did?” Suha asked.
“I am sorry to hear what happened with you as well Sarah. You know my family is more traditional than yours, and I can see how tough it has been for you to live in this country as a divorced woman. I wish I am as strong as you, but I can’t. I will keep my family and protect it” Sarah said then proceeded “I just don’t want to see other people going through what me and Ali went through. I don’t want this to happen to my son or to your daughter. Sarah we need to do something about it.”
Her pain built a new goal in her life. She now wants to reach other women and help them. She went back to school. She decided to pursue a degree in human rights. Ali didn’t object her new enthusiasm. He fully supported her. She earned her Masters and PH.D degrees, and became active in claiming the rights for other women in her country.
She gained a much respected social role. She built an excellent career and reputation defending the rights of other people. Family and friends looked at her in envy, portraying her family as the example of perfection. No body knew about the reality of her relationship with Ali. They both lived their lives and became more of a best friends and supporter and held that family tight for the sake of their son. They both became successful in their careers.
After he died, she respected his memory. She has never bad mouthed him and cherished him in front of her son who never knew about his father’s secret.
In her lectures to the public she used to say:
“Our diversity as human beings is hard to conform to some social set of rules. What is a social norm for you might not be for another person. We need to stop hiding our shortages in order to meet certain norm. Let us uncover the lies of our society and face our problems instead of working around them and hide our heads in the sand.
Compassion, people, is all what we need to have. Compassion…”