I silently grumbled trying to fix the flower curtain that Javaria and Aabid were going to sit behind when they signed the nikkah-nama. "What's wrong?" Roofa asked coming from behind me.
"This stupid curtain is giving me a migraine." I mumbled, Roofa sighed and grabbed a step ladder climbing onto it, I looked up to see her fixing the top of where the curtain start's from. "Okay, now try." She yelled from above.
I gave it a yank and finally it was straight and not messed up. I beamed at Roofa and she climbed down looking pale. I felt bad because Roofa was scared of heights, I am too but she's worse. I grabbed a water bottle and gave it too her while I made her sit down on the floor.
She gulped it all down and took deep breaths. "Thank you." I said giving her a genuine smile this time. The whole reason Roofa was nice to me was because she was nervous. Javaria had gotten nerves and threatened to run away if everything wasn't perfect.
My aunt blamed Roofa for Javaria's behavior because according to her Javaria has always been a "sweetheart". I felt bad for Roofa and ever since then I have been nice to her. She got up and handed me the water bottle, leaving without a 'your welcome'
I sighed and put the water bottle down fixing my dress. I had gone with black because it was my favorite color.
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Today was Javaria's Barat and the function was being held at a hotel. It was the largest hotel in Pakistan and my aunt and uncle spent thousands if not hundreds of dollars on this. The barat is when the groom comes riding in on a horse with drums and stuff behind him, he then stands on the stage till the bride comes.
The nikkah was what was important though, the nikkah is when the bride and groom signed the official paper's making them husband and wife. I smiled at the decorations around me that me and the worker's had put together.
My aunt said that I needed to know my place and apparently my place is a "maid" so I've been working, not that I mind. Doing things like these make me think about my wedding day, and how I was going to spend it.
When my mom was around we spent hours a day planning everything and my dad and I would be excited for the father-daughter dance. Now, I can't even walk down the aisle because my dad isn't around and it wouldn't be the same with anyone else.
"IT'S ALMOST TIME!" Someone shouted making all the workers clean up there supplies. I helped around until the place was spotless and all ready for a bride and groom to get married. I smiled when my friends' came to my side with plate's in there hands, the plate's held flower petals in them.
Me and my friends stood next to the red carpet that one of the worker's had layed out, the girl's around me where fixing themselves to look good on the camera that was going to be coming soon.
Suddenly, we heard drums and everyone straightened up as we all smiled at Aabid and his parent's and family as they walked through the hotel door's. Aabid had a bright smile as well as his parent's when he stepped on to the red carpet we all threw our flower petals at him and continued until the last person entered.
