Poverty Knows No Borders

By: Sanzida Begum

8 June
Her name is Priya and she’s quite beautiful. Our marriage was arranged three months ago, we’ve been married for one and I can honestly say I have fallen in love with this woman. She cooks for me, takes care of me when I’m sick and she’s always there for me when I need to talk. She truly is the perfect wife and I have no idea what she is doing with me, when she could have gotten married to someone who has so much more money than I do, someone who could provide for her and not have to ask her to wait.
I asked her to wait before we have kids. I asked her if we can be safe for now. She agreed to wait a while before having children but I know it pains her to do so. She tells me over and over again, “Sohaib it’s okay. Our family will just have to wait,” but I know she wants to be a mother. She wants to fulfill her duty as a woman. I know it hurts her when her friends ask her when she was going to have a baby. I know it hurts her when her Amma and Baba ask when are their grandchildren going to come along. I can see the pain in her eyes. I can tell from the slump in her shoulders when she pretends to act aggravated and tells her Amma, “Amma you know we decided to wait till we have some more money.”
I  really can’t understand what she settled for a man like me. Priya is such a compassionate, generous and young girl and I can’t understand why she would want to marry a poor man like me. I have made her life so miserable and I can’t believe she’s still with me today. I’m fairly sure if she allowed them to, her parents would have taken her back home a long time ago.

a thank you note for you.

by: Sanzida Begum

As Thanksgiving gets closer and closer, I want to thank every single person that has entered my life because you have all impacted my life one way or another. Whether you have hurt me, left me behind, were left behind or are still here today by my side, you all have left footprints in my life.

To my middle school friends who left, thank you for holding me up just when I was beginning to learn what was expected of me as a Bengali girl. The first middle school I went to I was a confident little girl with a bright perspective of the world but right as six grade was ending things took a turn for me. When my innocence was taken advantage of, the loud, cheerful girl I used to be was gone and replaced with a girl who faked her confidence and had to keep a painful secret. So thank you to my middle school friends, the ones from seventh and eighth grade. Thank you for making me laugh and smile, and briefly forget about the summer before. Thank you
for letting me make up lies about why I was so upset and thank you for not being able to detect my lies. Thank you for letting me lie about the incredible things that happened to me so that for just a few hours of the day, I could pretend like everything was fine. Thank you for being in my life for the short while that you were. Even though we may have lost contact, I now two of you tried to hold on but it just wasn’t meant to last and thank you for letting go. Just know I’m happy for all that you are accomplishing and if there’s ever a moment you need a shoulder or an ear, I will be here regardless of the amount of time that has passed since we last talked.

Vinyl Review and Radio Cover Reveal

by: Sanzida Begum



Title: Vinyl (Book 1 of the Vinyl Trilogy)  
Author: Sophia Elaine Hanson
Published: November 26, 2015
Rating: 5/5 ☆☆☆☆☆
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