It's Muslim Love

Chapter Four: Todays the Day

Hey ppl. Don't know why, just wanna keep writing today. I have so many great ideas I don't wanna lose! Anyways here's another chapter☺️

"Why does it matter? It's only 10" I say back.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Your going to drive your husband mad." My mom says frustrated yet sarcastically.

Today. Today was the day. The day to accept the fact that I'm getting married. The last month drifted by so quickly. Even though Zain was staying at my house we barely saw eachother, and didn't talk for the entire month. I'm glad we kept out distance. Always staying away from each other. It gave me lots of time to think instead of being disturbed with new events and thoughts.

I get up, brush my teeth, and shower. I got all my Henna on my arms done yesterday, and I loved it. Today the makeup and hair stylist were coming. I was ready to look crazy.
After I dried my hair and put on some nice yet comfortable clothes I went downstairs staying cautious of Zain.

"Are you excited???" Wudu asks as I walk downstairs.

"Yeah yeah, where's Zain at?" I ask.

"Ooo, mom look at her. Already looking for her husband," Wudu says sarcastically.

"Seriously? He's not even my husband yet." I say with a stern face.

"Haha. Soon. And he left last night to his parents house, don't your remember? But it's ok. No need to worry sis. He'll be back for you after Asr prayer." Wudu says laughing.

I roll my eyes and walk away with a smile on my face.

I was happy cause I got time to chill before the wedding cause it wasn't till after Mahgrib prayer. And it was only 11:30 right now, so I had lots of time.

"The makeup artist is here Fatima!!" My brother yells.

What? Already? Great.

My mom walks in and tells me to go up to my room and clean off the dresser so the artist has a place to put all her stuff.

I do as I was told. It's not even close to my wedding and I already have to go clown with my face?! This is unbelievable.

"Ok I need you to sit still on this chair. This will take a couple of hours, and than your hair stylist will come. So you'll need to be patient dear. Let's get started!" The lady says. "Oh and congrats on the wedding."

"Ok, and thanks." I say confidently, I suddenly got an urge of happiness up my spine. Just the thought of all of this. I'm getting married! To Zain, who I found, that I do have feelings for. Maybe even feelings of love. What is all this? Just out of nowhere. I can't wait to get married to Zain. Thank you Allah.

A couple of hours later the lady says I can open my eyes because the eyeliner and eye makeup have dried. She says she's done. It was 2:30 and they said I could have a half hour break till my hair gets done. I wasn't allowed to look in a mirror, cause they wanted me to be surprised after my whole look was ready.

I decide to pray Zuhr than go downstairs.

"You look beautiful, Mashallah" my mom yells.
"Aww thanks mom."
I turn and go to the living room. Where I see Wudu.

"Hey bro. What you think?" I asks.

"My sister is growing up so fast. You look very pretty. Mashallah. I probably won't see you till after the party, than you'll leave to go to Zain's house. So I'll just tell you now. I am so happy to see you getting married to Zain. You should be grateful to Allah for such a blessing. I am proud to put my sister in the hands of a great family. And don't worry, everything will be fine. Since the beginning I had a feeling you and Zain were meant for eachother. And now it's all finally happening. I love you Fatima. And today won't be goodbye, it'll just be a see you later. And don't forget that."