My name is Phulan, which means flower, and I am thirteen years old. I live with my mother, my father, my grumpy aunt, my sister, and two of my cousins. I live with them now but soon I will be married to my cousin Murad. I was going to be married to his brother Hamir, but sadly Hamir was killed. Murad was going to marry my younger sister,  Shabanu (Which is the name of a princess), but now she will marry Rahim-sahib. He is a bit old for my sister (with him being about 55 and all) but Shabanu will be the prettiest and youngest of his three wives but don’t feel bad for her because he is very rich. Though I still grieve for Hamir, I can not help but feel excited for my wedding. Mama has made me a beautiful wedding dress, made of yellow silk with gold thread, mirrors and tassels. It is beautiful but I am a bit jealous of Shabanu who has a shahtoosh. We usually eat chapatis but when Shabanu and Dadi came home from Sibi, we ate goat meat to celebrate their return. That same night, Dadi gave me a stunning gold nose ring with tiny rubies that dangle from the edge. Even Auntie seemed a bit jealous. I mentioned before that she was grumpy, because, well she is. She feels superior to us. I think it’s because of her sons. I usually just ignore her rude comments and eventually she stops.

Chapatis http://www.travelingeast.com/asia/pakistan/pakistani-cuisine/

Wedding Dress https://www.thinglink.com/scene/641680734905434112

Shahtoosh https://thetezzyfiles.com/2015/01/28/shahtoosh-the-forbidden-wool/