I didn’t want to get out of bed. I wanted to run. I wanted to pace my room in frustration. I want to scrub the kitchen within an inch of it’s life, but I didn’t want to get out of bed. My thoughts were a tangled mess. I checked the time. If I didn’t get up I was going to be late for class. I rolled over. Could it be safe to take a ‘mental health’ day this close to the end of the semester? Could this even be considered a ‘mental health’ day? I was only having boyfriend troubles. Albeit pretty strange ones. I sighed and pulled myself out of bed. It didn’t feel like a good enough reason to skip out on class. I took some comfort in the fact that at least I didn’t work tonight, so I could come straight home and mope around my apartment while trying to get homework done. Yes, I was going to mope. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, that’s what was going to happen. I reached for my phone and turned it on, wanting to listen to music while I showered. An unread text waited for me. From Ravi. My heart skipped and I quickly opened it. Good Morning jagi That was all it said. I wanted to be accepting; to answer his text cheerfully like nothing had happened, but I couldn’t. Good morning I kept it simple, trying not to get my hopes up as I hopped in the shower. At this point I honestly didn’t know what to expect. He was being sweet now, but he could go cold again in an instant. I was really starting to worry. Maybe there was more to this than just exhaustion. Maybe Eun Young . . . I stopped that thought in it’s tracks. Ravi and I had known each other too long. He wouldn’t just cheat on me. I’d hope he’d have the balls to talk to me about it first. But maybe he was just starting to fall for her, trying to decide between the two of us... ... middle of paper ... ...ce was bright and excited when she answered my call. I asked her the same questions and she gave me the same answers. I couldn’t lie to her the same way. I physically couldn’t. A half-truth snaked from my lips. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of days. I wasn’t worried, he was probably just busy. She agreed with me and told me not to worry. I thanked her and hung up the phone. I felt cold. My ideas all used up. What the hell happened? My phone still twitched in my quaking fingers. I didn’t know what to do. It seemed too early to call the police, I didn’t even know how long he’d been missing, or if he even was missing. My stomach was churning. What had happened between last night and today that could’ve caused this? Eun Young He had practically told me that she had done something to him. I needed to find her. Make her tell me where Ravi was. Her name became my new focus.
In addition, Patels’ evil intention is to rape Methi so that she could not show her face even to anybody else including her lover Teeha. They wanted to revenge and spoil the prestige of Dalits. Methi is being targeted. There was no punishment worse than this. They had toyed with the idea of raping Methi and teaching a lesson to Teeha. Patels called Methi’s child-marriage-husband Chunthia to an acquaintance’s house in Keradia. They realized that in the very first meeting and he was far from
Voodooism is a fascinating way of life. Ever since living in Haiti in the early 1980's, the constant thumping of drums in the twilight has intrigued me. Their melody and rhythm seemed to consume the moist evening air like a pungent odor that will not dissipate. Life is very different in Haiti than it is in the United States, and however odd it seems to Western mentality, I could feel the presence of spirits in and around almost every aspect of life in Haiti.
Edwidge Danticat’s short story, “A Wall of Fire Rising” is about a woman whose family lives in Haiti and follows some Voodoo principles. An article by A to Z World Culture lists some of the denominations commonly found in Haiti, “Roman Catholics comprise 55 percent of the population, Baptists 8 percent, Pentecostals 3 percent, Adventists 2 percent, and Methodists a little over 1 percent” (Religion). Voodoo is the most practiced religion in haiti, with Christianity at a close second. While some people think of voodoo as just dolls, spirits, and witches, the Columbian Encyclopedia defines it this way, “Voodoo contends that all of nature is controlled
All throughout history, the religion of Voodoo, or Vodou, has been hushed, covered up, and considered evil. This background essay will go through the history, the opinions and fears, and a few aspects of rituals. The exact history of the religion is unknown, which only adds to the ignorance and the confusion of Voodoo. Some say it came from the Italian exiles from the Italian Revolution (Hall, 1995) while others say that the origins are elusive (National Geographic). As many as four million individuals practice this official religion. From the early eighteenth century to the late nineteenth century, Voodoo progressed into a feared religion by many in New Orleans and beyond. With zombies, queens, rituals and more, Voodoo has become more popular than ever, however, with popularity comes controversy.
As time progressed I start to gain somewhat feelings for one of the damas (Angeline). As me and Angeline begin to talk I felt this
Beginning in the Middle Ages and through the seventeenth centuries, an infiltration of witchcraft persevered throughout Europe. The witch craze resulted in the torture and persecution of witches. More than 100,000 of witches who were tried were centered in the area of southwestern Europe. The mass hysteria of witches was denounced because of their rejection of God and their pact with the devil, which resulted in harsh punishments and accusations. One reason for the persecution of witches was they were thought to be the cause of bad harvests, epidemics, natural disasters, and personal tragedies. Witches also had a part in the religious aspect of Europe. The witches were persecuted because of the lack of a main religion, which was significant to life during the Protestant and Catholic Reformations. At this time of the witch phenomena, Europe was in a state of instability and people in Europe looked to benefit from the persecution of witches in the form of goods and money. The persecution of individuals as witches in Europe was mainly a repercussion of economic circumstances, strong religious beliefs, and prejudices of the people.
It had been more than a year since she had last seen him and for her nothing about him changed. His eyes still held a big mystery that only a few people she knew had the privileged to decipher. She was proud of the fact that she saw herself as one of those people. His demeanor remained lazy and bored and nothing about him emit that he was genius inside.
He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”
..." he said looking at me in question. I smile to myself, and replied, "Hopefully, we will meet next time and things will getting better. Good luck, and hope you get better," I said in grand finale, and our time together ended.
crossed my gaze this evening. Perhaps she is with them. Does this madness foretell the end of my
Adnan: Each time that we broke up or each time-- let me just say this, each time that she ended the relationship or took a break, it was never a things where I was like pestering her or, like, going to her house and knocking on the door or chasing her down - ‘Look I wanna get back with you! I wanna get back with you!’ - because
I slowly turned the nob and opened the door. I had been out for nearly six hours and missed dinner. Am I ready for this? No! I had only taken two steps into the kitchen then BAM,
I scarcely snoozed at all, the day before; incidentally, I felt insecure regarding the fact of what the unfamiliar tomorrow may bring and that was rather unnerving. After awakening from a practically restless slumber, I had a hefty breakfast expecting that by the conclusion of the day, all I wanted to do is go back home and sleep. Finally, after it was over, my dad gladly drove me to school; there, stood the place where I would spend my next four years of my life.
been a thief to be with Lorenzo, but when we see her with him it makes
So goes this story and tells us how the poor Rukumani suffers to hide her love from her parents, how she suffers to get away from the arranged marriage her parents are planning for her, how she suffers without seeing her lover Devanayagam and worst of all what happens when she finally tells her parents about her love.