On New Year's Day, I left early in the morning with my husband and his best friend to attend an evening marriage celebration in New Jersey –a very different start to my new year.
The Mehndi Ceremony…a Pakistani wedding tradition… took seven hours (no exaggeration). I watched and enjoyed many beautiful dances and performances. There was much exuberance and joy; some were barefooted, laughing and cheering with reckless abandon! Several family members asked me to join them on the dance floor. I turned each of them down with one excuse after another.
Having attended weddings and baby ceremonies in Karachi many years ago, I have the cultural sensitivity to understand that I was not truly in the celebration until I was actively involved in their dancing. I finally said |
