angel of freedom

She handed over her invite at the gate and waked inside with her head held high. She changed her seat a number of times until she was satisfied that she would be able to see the stage clearly.
Once she had settled down she looked around. The atmosphere was charged with excitement. There was fun and laughter all around. Everyone was dressed in their best. Deep necks, sleeveless, silk , cotton , red, green , white, tattoos, red lipsticks ...she felt strange -  happiness and excitement mingled with nervousness. She looked at her watch. Few more minutes.  Finally the stage came to life. She lost all sense of her surrounding. She seemed to be in a daze. And then the moment arrived. The stage was filled with ten or more odd kids wearing short silver skirt dancing to the song "Sheila ki Jawani" . There were tears in her eyes. A sense of achievement. It was as if she had taken the first step towards freedom. She ran backstage to hug her little daughter ... for the first time in years forgetting to adjust her burkha.
She smiled at her daughter and together hand in hand they took their first baby step towards freedom.

Take Care,