Women Hear with Heart

In an unprecedented wave of support, millions of sad, yet strangely serene women facing callously arranged marriages filled with empty hopes and vague promises of love and happiness have enlisted to engage strangers on distant borders. 

This wave of support resembled the open handed movement in the moment, the long fare well gesture a mother reluctantly gifted her daughter recently watching her disappear into the teeming stream.

"Be well my love," sang the mother. Her daughter joined a band of women, singing and sighing.

Living their dream, making their sacrifice with clean and clear motivation, determination and focus, the entourage of waving, singing women danced through distant valleys, climbed jagged mountains of regret and entered a no-name village where males hammered war's drums.

Where males argued over a slice of bread, a slice of earth, studied imaginary maps and spit in the dust.

"Where is this place?" said the leader of the women, in a strange village in a strange world.

"It is far away," said a grave digger with vast earth moving experience. "It is a distant land where bronze statues of fallen soldiers, warriors and testosterone fueled fools rust and congratulate each other on their mutual stupidity. Where, if you listen closely to the wind, you will hear it whisper, 'Go home, return to your children, your families and friends. Live in peace with your brothers, sisters.'"

The women listened with the their hearts. 

Peace.