My horoscope said that my project that I am laboring on will come to fruition. Here’s hope.
Last day in Tunis.
Amel’s mom gave us another tour through the medina. We picked up purchases from last week and made a few more. I saw where she went to high school. She maneuvered through the labyrinth as if it was the back of her hand.
I adore her mom. Here is a woman who made a stand for who she wanted to be and took nothing less. Against a culture that has lived this way for… ever. Against a religion and those that live in it and breathe it every day. She chose to be free. Demanded it. As Amel said – a Pioneer. I see it as more so. I’m in awe. Elle n’est normal pas. Hearing of their life in Tunisia. Her grandmother’s life. Her mom’s life, and now her own. I have great admiration for both of them. I am moved by her life.
I sit here and wonder if she had any regrets. And I find that with only what I could have gained with the last 4 days of being around her that regrets are not a part of her life.
J’ne regret pas rien.
J’ne regret pas rien.
She agreed to marry Amel’s dad.. and her words to him were…
“As long as I remain free.”
“As long as I remain free.” And in those words I find my shared sentiment to marriage.
How funny is it that my emotional meltdown comes this time as I prepare to return to the US and not when I left it? Perhaps things have flip flopped. I will hit the ground running.
As he was waiving the gypsy peddler away he stopped suddenly and asked – “Sarah, has anyone in Paris yet bought you a Rose??” I shook my head and my eyes widened as he chose the only blue one from the bunch.
