We were forced into an arranged marriage when I was just a girl of 17 and my husband was 18. We realized early on that we were different altogether and not good companions, but by then we had no choice yet to stay together. We did it because of fear of society and also because we both love our children and we’ve buckled down for them.
My daughter is doing MSc and son is a big officer in a bank. Everyone is happy and enjoying one’s life, but at the end of the day I feel like I’ve lived a half life and wish I could go back to say something to my parents who decided to plan my life on my behalf.