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In a language spoken by the heart the voice in this book will break you, but only to then love you and empower you. The Organ’s Speech takes you on a journey of being lost, loved and found.

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Dear Single women, ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ I remember sitting with married women as a single woman. Married women who married in ways that felt archaic. At a time when what you wanted did not matter. Whatever was best for you would be decided for you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ They would sit in groups and come together over the memories of their early days together. Having travelled from their home countries to chase a better life. Leaving behind their loved ones to set up home with the new man in their lives. They would tell jokes about their naive ways. How they met one another and formed friendships over their shared journeys. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I remember looking on and thinking how crazy their lives were. How many sacrifices they made. How they gave up everything, their homes, their families, their friends, their countries, for a life they dedicated to their husbands. That's all they knew. That was their understanding of life. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I admired the way they made peace with their sacrifices. I could never have done the same. I lived in a time where my choices would be respected. Where I didn't have to sacrifice in order to gain a marriage. Where leaving behind everything you know was a thing of the past. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I now realise the innocence in that trail of thought. The sacrifice starts with "I do." When you say kaboul hai you are essentially saying "I accept the sacrifice." I may not have left a country behind, but I left behind a part of me. And after years of trying to bring it back, I have learned that you cannot unlearn what life has taught you. You have to accept that you will inevitably leave a part of you behind, in the life you once lived.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Happiness comes at a cost. I know that now. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Disclaimer: See comments.

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Lately I've been more aware of the chaos in my mind. I feel as though I'm constantly trying to organise my thoughts, like I'm trying to file them into different categories. Never ending to do lists and plans, but nothing seems to transpire. I feel tired and maybe it's because I'm working my mind too hard. I feel overwhelmed at times and forever have the feeling of being busy. It has truly exhausted me..

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