sweet
17-12-06, 07:05 PM
A wife
I heard the news of being taken.
My father cried tears of joy at the giving of my hand.
I was to be married to a stranger of a man
A million thoughts paced around my head but then I thought my parents knew best.
The day of my marriage had arrived , I heard laughter and joyous cries.
I heard the music and saw the colours in the sky.
The atmosphere was gay and hearty, everyone looked very happy.
I looked at the man that was seated beside me, the man to be my husband to protect and strive with me.
The preacher said the following holy verses and after we recited our vows.
After a while the laughter got louder, people ate, sang and danced and my nerve seemed to get foul.
This was meant to be a happy day then why did my palms sweat? and why was my heart beating so faster?
I took a glance at my husband he was talking to his friends and from my side he departed to join in the crowed.
Hours must have passed and soon the night’s moment was over. I was sent over to the room that I was to wait and was patiently seated.
Soon my husband entered and closed the door. Then looked at my nervous expression and threw his head back and roared. I looked to see if he was fine but he was having a jest at my expense. He came and seated himself beside me, and made me face him so it was his eyes I could see.
‘wait a moment, lets talk a while’ I suggested but those words were wrongly chosen as he slapped me.
‘no’ he demanded as he grabbed me, fear was to take me and as he got angry, soon I just stopped after he’d hit me. He let his lust guide him, let him abuse me.
In the morning I rose, and looked at my husband asleep by me. Painfully I walked to the mirror on the wall, a displeasing sight greeted me, and I sorely prayed my morning prayer. ‘This was a one off , he didn’t mean what he did’ I told myself. But I was wrong and my married days kept on getting worse his habits getting wronger, the beatings refuse to decease and the horrid days seemed longer.
So one day I decided to go to a preacher and ask him what I was to do, he told me almighty does everything for a reason and what was It I sought to accrue.
As I walked the journey home, many things came and entered my head. Who will help me? But something good swept my heart and I knew almighty would.
As I got home my husband leased his fury on me, kicked me till I crowded in the corner of the room he stood tall over me to give me a final lash. Till a sudden moment his risen hand clutched his chest. He took a step back and kneeled ‘ help me’ he stuttered, holding out a reaching arm for me to help him. I stood frozen for a moment, maybe I should let him die? But what good would I acquire? And how would I be a better person if I let him do this? Would I be any higher?
I took him to the hospital and made sure he was well, the past two days I prayed for him to be well.
I sat beside him on his bed and from his sleep he woke.
He just stared at me then a moment after he spoke.
‘ oh wife forgive me for I did do you wrong’ he said and a single tear proved that he’d meant what he had said.
‘I love you, I love you for the sake of almighty’ I replied yes I loved him as my husband but that feeling to come back was to take some time.
He took my hand into his and told me he would change. And true to his spoken word he never another finger on me he laid.
A few months after I bared him a child, so joyous he was that the news out loud he cried.
Then taking me in his arms he whispered
‘ I am a changed man, with a pious wife’
:love:
I heard the news of being taken.
My father cried tears of joy at the giving of my hand.
I was to be married to a stranger of a man
A million thoughts paced around my head but then I thought my parents knew best.
The day of my marriage had arrived , I heard laughter and joyous cries.
I heard the music and saw the colours in the sky.
The atmosphere was gay and hearty, everyone looked very happy.
I looked at the man that was seated beside me, the man to be my husband to protect and strive with me.
The preacher said the following holy verses and after we recited our vows.
After a while the laughter got louder, people ate, sang and danced and my nerve seemed to get foul.
This was meant to be a happy day then why did my palms sweat? and why was my heart beating so faster?
I took a glance at my husband he was talking to his friends and from my side he departed to join in the crowed.
Hours must have passed and soon the night’s moment was over. I was sent over to the room that I was to wait and was patiently seated.
Soon my husband entered and closed the door. Then looked at my nervous expression and threw his head back and roared. I looked to see if he was fine but he was having a jest at my expense. He came and seated himself beside me, and made me face him so it was his eyes I could see.
‘wait a moment, lets talk a while’ I suggested but those words were wrongly chosen as he slapped me.
‘no’ he demanded as he grabbed me, fear was to take me and as he got angry, soon I just stopped after he’d hit me. He let his lust guide him, let him abuse me.
In the morning I rose, and looked at my husband asleep by me. Painfully I walked to the mirror on the wall, a displeasing sight greeted me, and I sorely prayed my morning prayer. ‘This was a one off , he didn’t mean what he did’ I told myself. But I was wrong and my married days kept on getting worse his habits getting wronger, the beatings refuse to decease and the horrid days seemed longer.
So one day I decided to go to a preacher and ask him what I was to do, he told me almighty does everything for a reason and what was It I sought to accrue.
As I walked the journey home, many things came and entered my head. Who will help me? But something good swept my heart and I knew almighty would.
As I got home my husband leased his fury on me, kicked me till I crowded in the corner of the room he stood tall over me to give me a final lash. Till a sudden moment his risen hand clutched his chest. He took a step back and kneeled ‘ help me’ he stuttered, holding out a reaching arm for me to help him. I stood frozen for a moment, maybe I should let him die? But what good would I acquire? And how would I be a better person if I let him do this? Would I be any higher?
I took him to the hospital and made sure he was well, the past two days I prayed for him to be well.
I sat beside him on his bed and from his sleep he woke.
He just stared at me then a moment after he spoke.
‘ oh wife forgive me for I did do you wrong’ he said and a single tear proved that he’d meant what he had said.
‘I love you, I love you for the sake of almighty’ I replied yes I loved him as my husband but that feeling to come back was to take some time.
He took my hand into his and told me he would change. And true to his spoken word he never another finger on me he laid.
A few months after I bared him a child, so joyous he was that the news out loud he cried.
Then taking me in his arms he whispered
‘ I am a changed man, with a pious wife’
:love: