Notice the henna on the back of my hands. It was done with nail polish.
Notice His auntie’s fingers on my chin. She was turning my head so he could take a good look at my face, obviously.
This is when I started to get a neck ache.
“Oh my God,” I thought. “What’s happening to me? What am I gonna do?”
|A picture from my second wedding. Now I could look up and not worry about getting a neck ache, or that some old Bengali lady was gonna tell me to keep my eyes closed.|
|Look out! I know Karate.|
|Showing off my trinkets and henna.|
|Me and some wedding guests.|
|Signing my life away. LOL. i.e. the marriage contract.|
|Me and the new hubby.|
|The red piece of cloth behind us is covering the telly.|
|Finally, a little alone time.|
|More pictures with the guests.|
|A portrait of love.|
|Here comes the bride.|
|Looking for my prince.|
|Trying to look pretty.|
|Guess I'll go barefeet.|
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About the Author
L.A. Sherman, model and author of Bengali Girls Don't, grew up in Bradford, England in a strict Muslim family where she learned how to sneak out of the house without making the door creak. At the age of fifteen, she was tricked into going to Bangladesh by her parents and forced to marry a man as old as her father. After four years there with a wicked mother-in-law, she won the visa lottery for America and moved to the Big Apple. Now hard at work on her second book, she lives in Tampa, Florida with her family near a pond full of gators and spends her time doing all the things that Bengali girls don’t.