Ayesha at Last

by Uzma Jalaluddin

Because while it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single Muslim man must be in want of a wife, there’s an even greater truth: To his Indian mother, his own inclinations are of secondary importance.

Chai was so much more than a caffeine kick for her. She knew how every member of her family liked to drink their tea, how much sugar or honey to put in each cup. Chai was love, distilled and warming. She drank and relished the silence.

“I don’t want you to be disappointed in love. Men are selfish, Ayesha. They will not put you first. A woman should always have a backup plan, for when things fall apart. You must know how to support yourself when they leave.”

‘Actions are judged by intentions, and everyone will have what they intended.’

“Your defect is a tendency to judge everyone,” Ayesha said. “And yours,” he said with a smile, “is to willfully misunderstand them.”

Promise you will always choose laughter over tears. Promise you will choose to live in a comedy instead of a tragedy.”

A woman plays many roles in her life, and she must learn to accept them as they come. Men are not so flexible,” she said, a half smile on her lips. “That’s why it’s important to find someone who complements you, rani. Someone to dream with you.”

Sometimes prayers floated up to heaven. Sometimes they hung around here on earth and waited for you.

“Just remember to pack light. Dreams tend to shatter if you’re carrying other people’s hopes around with you.”

Always dream together, raja. Always leave space in your life to grow and soften.”