What I Would Go Out Of A Arranged Marriage

I yawned and changed into my normal clothes. I saw it. I smiled and grabbed the teddy bear. I ran to the living room.

Arranged marriages have been a practice that has been around for a long time. It has been predominantly common in third world countries where the income gap is significantly obvious between the wealthy and the poor. By definition, arranged marriage is a marriage that is arranged by the parents of the man and woman getting married, instead of the man and woman choosing to date and marry each other. Shafer-Landau states that cultural relativism claims that the correct moral standards are relative to cultures, or societies, where as ethical subjectivism claims that the correct moral standards are those endorsed by each individual. The practice of arranged marriages and similar scenario of forced marriages alike are both controversial and up for discussion.

When I got back home, my mother was still awake, waiting on me to get back home, it was almost three in the morning. She asked, “ where were you?”

As we arrived at the hospital, they said we are going to move you to a wheelchair to get inside and to our room. We had room number two-hundred- in one. We waited for the nurse to come with my file and to take a look. (knock, knock) Finally, I say to

She looked up from the lukewarm tea in her lap, clearing her throat before she spoke. "I prefer Della."

I crawl towards my bed, and pull out the shoebox from under it. I take off the beaten, old lid and stare at what’s inside it. I reach in and grab the contents in it, and pull them out. Repeating what I’ve been doing for several days in the past few years.

I went inside and checked myself in. I was pretty sure it was just me here. I locked the door and dragged the chair underneath the door knob. You know, just in case. I took my backpack off and threw it on top of my bed and went to the window and closed them with the curtains.

"If you want I can sleep on the floor." I offered as I dropped my stuff.

I push her away and turn on the Xbox. We -Cameron did, I fell asleep- end up staying up until two in the morning watching PLL.

After checking the lock on the window at least three times, I climb into bed, pulling the covers over my face as I always used to as a child.

Love is portrayed in society as a perfect bond between two people and that they live happily ever after but that is not always the case. In the story “Once upon a Time in a Tent” written by Tim Neville talks about his time living in a tent in his backyard and his journey through his three relationships. In the story “The Arranged Marriage” written by Mira Jacob she talks about how her parents are in an arranged marriage and never showed any affection towards each other.

I wake up and then grab my stuff and go to a place lost in time.

“Thank you for being so kind to me, I love you.” She says to him and she takes a sip of the coffee and lays her head back onto her pillow.

"Long night?" Wendy asks in that silky smooth voice of hers, "Every night is a long night. Thanks." I say as she hands my drink.

Marriages for commercial purposes have been seen lately, in Montreal. It was reported that, between 2009 to 2012, more than 700 couples married in order to stay in Canada (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, CBC News 2013). In other words, marriage is used as a means to obtain citizenship. Matchmakers who help people find each other for this purpose make money for every couple they marry. These are the people who marry purposely to become landed immigrants or to enter another country. According to the law, this marriage is fraudulent.