Here it is! Wedding ceremony!

Beautiful day, the dreamt one, awaited with eyes of imagination for many years, most often already since childhood. Little girls, dressing long dresses, beads, heels of mum while having fun and pretending that they are lovely brides, going to the altar, where prince from their dreams is waiting for them impatiently. Who doesn't know this scenario, doesn't remember from the own carefree times of the childhood, from the backyard or from films?

Many people want to get the own wedding, to find this only second half with whom will spend the rest of their life, will start a family, will raise children, will overcome adversities and happily live to their old years. After all what could be more beautiful than finding happiness and being pleased in fulfilling it with the beloved person who is the one and only in the world?

Many people dream about it and many get, however not all have such a good luck and are pleased with a kindness of the fate. There are persons who from various reasons never meet their second half. Sometimes because of independent reasons, so-called force majeure, sometimes coz of own, conscious choice, and other... To the own wish, because their character is so unbearable that potential partners aren't able to put up with them and are running away as soon as possible in fear of the own life.

But despite everything, a wedding is a great experience in the life of every man, saint day, beginning of the new way, shared with the loved person, until the death separates.

Short time ago a royal marriage ceremony took place. Hundreds of thousands, or even millions of people had eye on it. Friends, family, as well as strange people talked about it and asked me, what I think about the relationship of Meghan and Harry, when will their children appear, how the wedding day is going to look like, whether I will be watching the live streaming of celebrations, and when everything was done - an exchange of observations about the bride's dress, her hairstyle, veil, gestures and everything of the event began. People acted like mad analysts fighting for the million of dollars for finding as many details from the princely wedding as it is possible.

And I? Hmm... So as seven years ago, 29. of April 2011, when William and Kate were getting married, as the twelve-year-old girl I sat amazed with big eyes on the TV screen, with the admiration following every minute of their celebration, so now... It didn't completely care. It didn't interest me, didn't arouse curiosity, surprise, admiration... Totally nothing. Zero. I didn't plan watching transmission, I did have such an intention, and the wedding day of the American woman with the British prince - I missed. Till today I didn't also read any review, I didn't look through photos or videos.

I ignored stories and provocations of friends, because simply I don't have a reason or a willingness to be interested in a life of people strange to me, and especially live with their marriage ceremonies, if soon I will have my own wedding ceremony, my own white dress and what's more I'll be not a princess, but a queen, happiest in the world and the one and only.

I am a queen of my life, I'm leading it to defined goals, I'm not interfering in someone's matters, I don't let strangers interfere in mine and I simply care about this, what most important for me and unnecessary voices falling down on my back and becoming just a dust. It's enough for me. So why should I be interested in large media wedding, when it is my matter in no way, nor will it give nothing meaningful into my life or won't help me, or nobody whom I care about?

To be a wife of the sheikh. Has anyone ever thought how it is like? Some most probably yes, after all the topic of Arabic marriages, life in the Arabic country and enjoying gold, not caring about the money, usually is a hot topic and stirs up a lot of controversies. Especially last years, when there was much talking out loud about Arabic terrorists, people of Arabic blood aren't enjoying the common sympathy.

Often happens, that discussions are exploding, disgust, speech of hate, how these women are bad, worthless have a status of bitches of their man. How all these people bad. Indeed, they don't have such a huge freedom how women of other areas, but they don't perceive restrictions which are ruling in their life as bad, it isn't a prison for them, as it seems to people of countries of the free civilization. Why? Where from these differences in the perception?

For them, it is a norm, part of their culture, manners, mentality. These women are accustomed and fully accept the fact that they have a lower authority than men and must be completely submissive to their husband. Many times their marriages are also arranged, although fortunately more and more often comes to vows from true love. However something by something. In countries of Europe, America, Australia or the biggest part of Asia, the fair sex often takes over typically male duties, is pursuing masculine professions, is dominating at home and woman is holding world in her hands. However Arabs can fully celebrate their femininity in other aspects of life. They don't have to worry for money, about finances, can spend savings on anything want and whenever they want, overlooking prices, because the husband is so rich that the contents of the treasury will never be used up. They have their centres of the relaxation and entertainment, where no man has an admission. They aren't bothering with caring for the safety, because their houses are fortresses, where the staff and bodyguards are defending their comfort and the convenience. They have assured stress-free access to the best doctors, hairdressers, specialists etc. And this way it's possible to show at least a dozen aspects, in which the life of Arabic princesses is prevailing above the life of dominating women. They have everything what want for the nod, no concerns, worries, are gentle women of who the husband takes care. And women of the modern civilization, are queens of the own life who are holding everything with iron fist, with the man or without him.

However it doesn't make sense to fool oneself, the layperson who doesn't have knowledge about the Arabic, oriental culture, will most probably never understand a point of view of these people. Because isn't able, or doesn't simply want to understand what is far and strange for them. And all hateful speeches and prejudice, are usually a result of a lack of understanding. The fact that the Arabic culture is specific and different, doesn't mean that is bad, let's have a respect.

Pregnancy. Beautiful, unusual, time, sometimes coming unexpectedly as the surprise, sometimes very long waited and impatiently expected by future parents. Full of joy, anxieties, unexpected actions, but also... Stereotypes and superstitions.

For the time of 9 amazing months future mothers get to know plenties of interesting things, including many fake ones, simply absurdities which are supposed to save from the disaster, to bring luck, to indicate the gender of the child, to let get to know the future and many many other interesting predictions and superstitions which mutually are surpassing each other in their ridiculous nature.

Grandmothers, mothers, aunts, friends... Every has something to say, every wants to help, all offer their golden advice, unfortunately often also the ones, of type "don't wear small chains or belts during pregnancy, or the baby will be wrapped the umbilical cord and will stew" "don't eat strawberries, or else the child will be freckle-faced", "don't buy the crib, the stroller or clothes before the childbirth or the baby will die" etc. etc... In a word - tragedy.

Nicely, dear women you want to share your experience with other mums, but really, mother-to-bes have quite a lot on their mind and a lot of own worries, so why to add more concerns to them, telling stupid and nonsensical superstitions from the medieval, when the quotient of the human intelligence was a little bit above the zero, and the mortality of children was very high, what at present fits to reality like a stick to the eye.

The May came. Hot time, both in life, as well as meteorologically. However I entered this beautiful month dominated by many dithers and the doubt, well, it happens, especially now. Such a life.

As you know, above all, the April was incredibly difficult for me in terms of motivation, and more specifically the complete lack of it. I didn't have enough power or willingnesses to do anything artistic, and looking to the blog was a painful punishment for me, because I wasn't able literally to write anything, oh well... Even I thought that this was already the end and my paths with blogosphere will separate forever.

Luckily I made a mistake and I'm starting to write everything anew. It's a pleasant surprise, that I came back over the month earlier than I supposed, because I thought that only a travel would bring me the wave of new powers, but at least it's a good prophecy for my future as a blogger, so I think that I'm returning to form and now everything will already be better and better. In the end positive disappointment is always welcome. I hope that my comeback will be fruitful and I will use well last months being full of a free time, and on my blog many new posts that you will like, will come into existence. 