On the curved balcony of her beautiful home, Shikah sat in her rattan lounge chair staring at the bustling city pass by. With her loving husband now put to rest, after a long painful fight with cancer and her grown up children busy leading their life, she felt she had nothing to do. She had been married off at the age of 20 and since then her responsibilities proliferated as she progressed in age. Now at the age of 60, for the very first time, she was thinking about herself and realized she had no idea who she was. Always a wife, always a mother. She had been so busy caring and loving the people in her life that she never got to practice self-care and self-love. She had been diligently working towards helping her family attain their dreams and aspirations that today she could not remember what her broken dreams were. She had wiped away so many tears that were shed at her shoulder but today she could not stop her inconsolable tears that flowed from her greying eyes on to her wrinkled cheeks. She had everything, money and time yet she felt she had nothing. Here she was, a lost, lonely, confused old woman who had lived out her entire life just for her family while her life remained incomplete.
This is the story of “Just a Housewife.”