Mainu Heer Naa Aakho Koyi

VI // Wedding

[dil ttootta title parrh ke? aww :p)

"Tumhaari mama keh rahi hain tumhaara iss rishte pe dil nahin," baba asks.

(Your mum's saying you don't want this arranged marriage?)

I nod.

"Kyun? Kis pe dil hai?"
(Why? Who do you want?)

I look up. What the fuck? "Kisi pe nahin."
(No one.)

"Toh? Ghar nahin basaana?"
(So? Do you not want to settle down?)

"Baba, mujhe yeh log nahin passand."
(Baba, I don't like these people.)

"Kyun? Kyaa nahin passand tumhain unnh mein? Itne bare ghar se rishta aa rahaa hai ganeemat samjho."

(Why? What do you not like in them? You're getting a proposal from such a dignified family, appreciate it.)

Har kuchh ganeemat samjhoon main.
(Right, I should appreciate everything.)

It's like they're saying I'm getting something I'm not deserving of.

And I'm not saying I deserve a king.

But not even a gentleman?

I've never raised my voice in front of baba nor questioned him.

I feel like saying do what you want. But a man like Haider? Is that all left for me, Allah miyaan?

"Itna achha larka hai, itna achha khandaan hai— Subhan ki dafaa toh maan gayi thi? Apni maa ko bulaana zaraa yeh kaheen tum dono ne mil ke toh nahin mansooba banaaya? Subhan passand hai tumhain?"

(He's such a good guy, such a good family— but you agreed so easily for Subhan? Go call your mother, looks like you two planned it together. Do you like Subhan?)

"Baba kyaa keh rahe hain?"
(Baba what are you saying?)

"Toh phir? Kyaa buraa hai iss rishte mein?"
(Then? What's wrong with that proposal?)

"Woh achhe log nahin hain."
(They're not good people.)

"Tumhain kaise pataa? Meri baat suno, mujhe kisi bhi larke ka pataa chalaa naa—"
(How do you know? Listen to me, if I get to know about any guy—)

"—Baba nahin, aisa kuchh bhi nahin hai," After Dua Zehra he has become even more alerted. "Maine internet pe parrha, yeh log nahin achhe—"

(No baba, it's nothing like that. I read it on the internet, they're not good people.)

"—Internet pe kuchh sach nahin hota. Spain mein achhe rishte nahin milein ge, Alaya. Abbh bhai jaan raazi ho gaye hain, humaara bhi wahaan dil nahin lagta. Yahaan joh mil rahaa hai shukar adaa karo. Aur agar koyi aur hai toh laao abbhi riffle khatam kar do sab. Iss beizzati ke saath zinda rehne se achha hai banda marr jaae."

(Nothing's true on the internet. You won't get good matches in Spain, Alaya. Now bhai jaan is also on good terms with us, we don't feel like living there either. Be grateful for what you're getting here. And if there's anyone else then bring a riffle and end it all. It's better to die than to live with such disgrace.)

"Baba aisa kuchh nahin hai. Musalmaan bhi toh nahin hain woh."
(Baba it's nothing like that. He's not even a muslim.)

"Amma ne haan kar di hai, woh yeh sab behtar jaanti hain."
(Amma has agreed to it, she has better knowledge about all this.)

"Aap ko itni kyaa jaldi hai bojh utaarne ki? Mahnoor aapi ki toh 24 saal ki umr pe bhi dil nahin tha aap ka."

(Why are you in such hurry to take my burden off yourself? You didn't want Mahnoor aapi to get married even at the age of 24.)