Match Making

dancing matches
Originally uploaded by bıtzı.

Being Omani born in Zanzibar, would love to write a book about or can titled it “Is It Omani, Burundi or Zanzibarian”, the reason behind this getting married to a man who is also Omani but born in area called Burundi. At times it seems such an alien to me. Who thought that although both came from a Swahili speaking background we still vary in many ways.

The story runs in many episodes of funny times and who thought that marriage has a hilarious turns, so I’m here on this ride taking as it takes within its course.



another match point
Originally uploaded by bıtzı.

Match Making
The race was on, reaching my thirties and being unmarried and having a sister younger than me who is already married with a child was a great worry for many family members. So everyone in the family took turns to find me a good suitor. Well, I never said no anyways, the meeting will be set up and after a month it will all fall apart. Suitors were reducing with my reputation and less and less approaching. The best part of this is whenever there is a family wedding, I receive sympathy words “My dear don’t worry, your turn will come soon”. The last of the straw was our neighbour she took the same part of being the match maker. There I was in a sitting room meeting a stranger once again and trying my best to portray qualities of who I am. Personal information was exchanged and who thought that I’m distained to meet what who will be my husband to be.

(Soon to come)