D-Day
As I stood and wept in the Sabah Syariah Court's ladies washroom, I looked in the mirror. I am looking at myself from outside myself:
A woman remembers her first love and tries to recapture that strange hour, the memory of which changes her deepest feeling and makes her so happy in spite of all the bitterness of its mystery.
marriage license expiry
Today, our divorce was solemnized at the Kota Kinabalu Syariah Court. The D-Day.
I couldn't believe that was his voice as he said the "lafaz" in front of the Registrar. He was trembling, and so was I. Before we parted, we just looked at each other and hugged. We both cried - it was hard to let go of 15 years of our lives - but we both know we must go our own separate ways now.
I couldn't believe we are no longer married. As I flushed the toilet, I feel as 15 years of sweet and bitter memories together are being flushed into the drain when he told me exactly one year ago he wanted a divorce. Today, we are just one month shy of our eight wedding anniversary - August 18. Eight years of marriage means nothing?
After the crying was done, I wiped all my tears - not a single drop left unchecked. Outside, my brothers, Hisham and Huffiz were waiting for me - they accompanied to Sabah to give me moral support. I must not let them see how vulnerable I was.
A woman remembers her first love and tries to recapture that strange hour, the memory of which changes her deepest feeling and makes her so happy in spite of all the bitterness of its mystery.
marriage license expiry
Today, our divorce was solemnized at the Kota Kinabalu Syariah Court. The D-Day.
I couldn't believe that was his voice as he said the "lafaz" in front of the Registrar. He was trembling, and so was I. Before we parted, we just looked at each other and hugged. We both cried - it was hard to let go of 15 years of our lives - but we both know we must go our own separate ways now.
I couldn't believe we are no longer married. As I flushed the toilet, I feel as 15 years of sweet and bitter memories together are being flushed into the drain when he told me exactly one year ago he wanted a divorce. Today, we are just one month shy of our eight wedding anniversary - August 18. Eight years of marriage means nothing?
After the crying was done, I wiped all my tears - not a single drop left unchecked. Outside, my brothers, Hisham and Huffiz were waiting for me - they accompanied to Sabah to give me moral support. I must not let them see how vulnerable I was.
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