What happens when a teacher and student fall in love?
Do you know what it's like to feel like a prisoner in your own body? Well, Anika Ahmed does. She has never had an easy life. She was born with Cerebral Palsy, which left her in a wheelchair. You...
According to the ringing of my alarm, it was time to wake up; I reached over to turn it off and checked the time to see it was only 6 am. I rolled over to wake Christian up but forgot that he was in the other room because we didn't want to see each other until we were married. We're going to need all the luck we can get at this rate.
Wait a minute... I'm getting married today holy shit. It's my Nikah.
We decided to have a small nikah/wedding ceremony at home because there are only seven people here, including Christian and I. I wanted to have the Islamic ceremony at home and then go to the local marriage registration when we leave.
I made sure to take an extra long shower and made sure to shave every crook and cranny of my body just to be safe.
After I finished with everything, I made my way to the sitting room to join Scarlett and Christians mum for breakfast.
"Good morning daughter in law. I've made you some food but eat up quick; we got a long day ahead, she said, handing me a plate full of food.
"Thank you so much. It smells and looks beautiful," I said, wanting to eat like a pig but decided against the latter.
"How's my nephew and best friend doing?" I said, asking Scar.
"Yeah, we're good, this little shit is giving me morning sickness, but I wouldn't change it for the world," she said, stroking her bump.
After we had our breakfast and cleaned up, that's when the nerves started kicking in. The makeup artist has just finished my makeup, and now we are getting my jewellery and saree on.
"Scar, what if i can't do this? What if we get married and somewhere down the line Christian ends up not loving me anymore, and what if I just become a burden to him and he gets tired of taking care of me?" I asked, letting the nerves get to me.
"First of all, take deep breathes. You're going to end up having a panic attack. You can do this. I know you can. You will never be a burden to anyone, especially not to Christian. He risked his job because he loves you. If he didn't, he wouldn't have done it. Just imagine his face as he sees you enter the room. Now let's take some pictures and get you married before you change your mind," she said, reassuring me and getting some quick photos.
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Christians pov:
"Dad, what if I can't make her happy?" I asked my father, currently pacing back and forth just as I'm about to get married.
"You will, son, you already have when we were all together last night, i saw how she looked at you. You guys are made for each other, now let me fix your tie and let's go," he said, fixing my tie.
I walked out of the room and made my way to the sitting room. I sat down on the chair, leaving space for Anika.
Yesterday after the engagement, we went to the local mosque, and I converted to Islam so i could get married to Anika. I looked up as the doors opened to see Anika walk in, which took my breath away. As we made eye contact, any nerves that I had just vanished. I stood up to go to her, lifted her up bridal style, and whispered in her ear.
"You look absolutely breathtaking Anika, let's get married," I said, sitting her down right beside me.
Anikas pov:
"Let's do this," he whispered, squeezing my hand tight.
I looked around one last time, hoping to see my parents. I knew I wouldn't, but you know a girl can dream. My eyes stopped in the back of the room as I spotted Rahim. He made his way over to me since I'm not in my wheelchair.
"Hi, sis. I know you were hoping for mum and dad to be here to witness you getting married, so I'm sorry they aren't, however even though with all the bad blood between you guys, they have given you their blessings for this marriage. He crouched down and kissed my forehead, then walked to the side to help with the ceremony.
The imam came next to us and started the procedure.
"Can the wali of the young lady come here, please?" The imam said, bringing Rahim over. (Wali is the guardianship of the bride.
In an Islamic nikkah, the uncle or father of the bride has to give the daughter away to the to be husband.
"I give you my sister/the girl in my guardianship in marriage following the Islamic Shari'ah and the presence of the witnesses here, and Allah is our best witness," Rahim said, giving me away.
I accept marrying your sister/the girl in your guardianship, giving her my name following the Islamic Shari'ah and the presence of the witnesses here, and Allah is our best witness," Christian agreed.
"Do you, Anika, agree with this?" The imam asked me.
"qubool hai, qubool hai, qubool hai," I agreed, officially being married to Chris.
I looked up at Christian to see him crying. As i looked around the room, Rahim, Sam, Scarlett, and my parent in law were also crying so was I.
After we signed our marriage certificate, the imam left, but not before congratulating us.
"I did it; we did it," I thought to myself, crying.
"Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Rave," Scarlett said, hugging me.
"Hey, why are you crying?" Sam asked, wiping my tears away.
"I'm going to miss you guys," I said honestly.
"Listen, hun. We aren't going anywhere, no matter how far we are; we will always be here for you," Scarlett said, Sam and her hugging me for the last time.
"Hey babe, we've got to get going now to avoid traffic," Chris said, grabbing our luggage.
After many tears and farewells, Christian and I left to start our new journey and never looked back.
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