the girl stood at the end of the cliff, mist swirling about her. her skin was pale and her eyes had a cold look to them. the set of her mouth was grim. before he could react, she turned and dove off into the dark, churning waters below.
Photo by Shifaz Huthee “One did not simply put on a Dhivehi Libaas. It was a symbol. The outspoken celebration of a girl becoming a woman. To wear one was to show pride in, and embrace one’s feminine-hood.