Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the market flooded the senses. Jasmine watched as Omar, her husband, carefully examined a stall filled with spices. He was speaking Arabic, her native language, stumbling over the words.

She had been raised in the marketplace, she knew how it felt. Her heart twisted. She saw the effort, the determination, the struggle. He was trying to connect to her world. It had the same weight as her own.

Instead of approaching him, she stayed back. She found his favorite sweet, a small gesture of encouragement. She watched him, appreciating the effort he was putting in. She had no need to speak.