Doesn’t Matter What Happened Samira You Deserve Happiness
Especially someone as gentle and kind as you
I was in the study, curled up in the armchair, my knees up, on which rested the novel, Jane Eyre, its page yellow in the light of the overhead lamp when the face of Samira swam in front of my eyes. It had been years since I had remembered her. What had triggered her memory? I had no idea. But I wasn’t surprised. Her memory often came unwittingly. Without cause, especially when I had the least reason to think about her.
As the words on the page began to blur and the image of Samira’s smiling face coalesced in my mind, I wondered what she might be doing today. She was my age, so good chances she must be married now. Likely to have kids. Living in a nice apartment somewhere in the city. Living a model life, with a model family. Happy. Right?
I wasn’t sure.
I was assuming she was living in the city because her parents were pretty set in their ways and were not the most liberal kind. They believed a girl should get only a bare minimum education and not move around much. Enough to get married into a decent home, and living in a decent family.
That’s why they didn’t allow her to apply to any college except a couple of local ones within a mile radius of our neighborhood. Even in…
