The church bell rang in the distance. They invited them to a wedding mass. Another young girl in a white wedding dress she built her dreams of a happy marriage, a rich family in which love would multiply and have children.
Many girls in the world have the same desires, to fall in love, to find a prince, to travel on a distant honeymoon, where the sand touches the clear sea and where the shells tell stories from 1001 nights. For some dreams come true, but there are a large number of those that parents sell for a certain amount and get married while still girls, and then wake up and dream about their dolls in wedding dresses and believe that fairy tales exist and that a good fairy will come, take away is from a castle from a house that some call family.
There are also the fates of girls who, believing in love, get married, and then after a few nights become the subject of her husband’s “life force”, because the wedding night did not fulfill his dream, but life goes on, and even marital obligations, and then appears next to him, a tired woman who had carried life within her for nine months, gave birth to and lost some of the beauty she had given as a dowry in that marriage. He doesn’t need it anymore. She often returns home late and brings with her traces of women’s perfume, and the woman lives for the children and prays that her daughter will not have a similar fate.
It is embarrassing that in some parts there is a custom that after the first youthful wedding night of sleep, the bride has to hang the bedding on the fence so that the neighbors can see if she is innocent, because if there were no traces of innocence, they would take her to her father and mother. She was probably condemned by the same people who sought comfort and oblivion in her eyes and breasts in unhappy marriages.
I wonder, where is that love and where is the right of a woman to choose her path and build her dreams and make them come true, where is that wedding day, which women will love us?
Dijana Uherek Stevanović