Beyond Doubt: Whispers of the Unseen - Chapter 103

Welcome to my seemingly endless journey.
A trip that will take you to places I might have visited many moons ago.
It´s a tale that came back to me when I meditated on one of my past lives. A life I told you about in my unbelievable true story.

As promised in that story I will now share this story with you.

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Chapter 103

Dear Reader, Why does the church attach so much importance to that union between two people until death do them part, a union that has caused so much pain, sadness, and remorse?

Is it just because something that is connected by God should not be separated by any human being?

Is it to prevent immorality, but then why the fear of immorality?

Why does the church want you to commit to another person for life? How contradictory is that to God's love for all and loving thy neighbors?

The evening before the wedding, Cabilah asks me to come along, and we walk to her room together. Her dress hangs ready over a straw mannequin and is more beautiful than any garment I have ever seen before.

The red fabric with many folds is trimmed with brown-red lace. The dress is wide at the bottom and ends in a narrow bodice, the bodice of which has to be tied, with a rather deep neckline. The dress ends up a bit more closed because the shoulders and upper arms are covered.

It is simply craftsmanship, probably the best this city has to offer. In material matters, she surpasses everything and everyone. Probably also in emptiness, but we can now temporarily immerse ourselves in their material excess.

Since we do not live in their world, it is only a temporary change from the everyday design we know. And her beauties are worth seeing. I am sure that we are too deeply entrenched in our lives to be torn loose and swept away by greed, thank our ancestors.

“Martio, am I doing the right thing here? Do I deserve this happiness? Is it really what I see, or am I blinded by nice words and a good-looking man? It all happened so quickly. This past year, I lived for the first time; I had freedom. Am I not selling her now for the security of a prisoner, who once again chooses to be someone's property so that she does not have to make free choices? A life where she is safe as long as she obeys?”

“Girl,” I say. It comes out more fatherly than intended. “There is never certainty; people can pretend to be different than they really are. Words are the most deceptive form of communication there is. You are right that a prisoner, after being held for many years, easily allows herself to be recaptured because the security of her captivity seems more bearable than the uncertainty of her free existence. But I don't doubt your sincere feelings for Kreytu any more than I doubt his feelings for you. He is not a man who imposes prohibitions on a woman. He loved his mother too much for that, who he probably resembles most."

"He will treat you like a free woman. Remember that every relationship has friction. The deeper the relationship, the more friction. But they are surmountable, and you are intelligent enough to sail your marriage boat around the relationship cliffs."

"In short No, if that is your concern, I can only say follow your heart, as you have followed it so far. And if it is the case that I have made such a mistake in Kreytu, Dadrie, Numico, and I will come to free you again.”

Cabilah laughs and puts her arms around me. “Thank you, friend,” she says softly, the lump in her throat evident in her words.

With the papers, we arranged getting into the city, which once seemed like an impossible thing to achieve, was a piece of wedding cake. It´s weird how sometimes the biggest hurdles fall away and the smallest ones make you trip.

The official wedding ceremony is of little significance; it turns out to be an official affair of signing papers in the face of a magistrate and lacks all the beauty that our village elders put into the ritual. There is nothing personal, no anecdotes about the bride and groom, no humor, and no depth.

It saddens me that something so beautiful is reduced to something so businesslike.

It seems I judged the ceremony too quickly because before it is concluded, those present will have the opportunity to speak. Both Dadrie and Numico look in my direction at these words, as if they knew, as if they had agreed.

“It is not up to me to change how things are done here; it is up to me to share a piece of my tradition with you. Where the woman is the moon and the man is the sun. Where the stars symbolize our ancestors, that is where I will take you. For today, the moon and the sun will meet in a fiery eclipse. They will be fused together for as long as they walk the earth."

"They will hold each other and understand each other better day by day. When the haste and beauty disappear from their bodies, when they are older than I am now, they will still look at each other and see the person who stands here in front of him, in front of her today."

"The moon will sometimes be dark, the sun sometimes covered with clouds, but they will rise above this to show each other their brilliance."

"Cabilah, as I know you best, I know what you will offer this man. You will support, care for, and protect him when necessary, but Cabilah also sing for yourself."

"Kreytu, may I welcome you to our strange family? I would even let the man I met recently marry my own daughter if I had one. You are a good host, an honest person, and, I hope, a friend. Stay who I have gotten to know recently because I would not like ever to have to return to this country to liberate Cabilah again. I hope this trip is a one-off."

"You will both move on soon, and you will be together; I wish you love, happiness, and wisdom together on behalf of all three of us.”

Cabilah, who is somewhat taken aback by the matter-of-fact nature of the entire ceremony, cannot hold back her tears. And it seems that it runs in the family because next to me, I hear Dadrie sniffling. Kreytu bows his head at me and whispers; "Thanks, friend."

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