I'v never been this nervous in my whole entire life.
Two weeks have passed by like a flash, and now I'm standing in front of a mirror in the mosque, surrounded by my mum, my sister, Jonas' mum with a cute little make-do scarf on her head, and Chloe.
My wedding dress is a fucking dream. I still can't believe we found it at the last minute, and I can't be more grateful.
I didn't like the traditional red lengha, so opted for a green one. Modest and all. Plus it's my favourite colour so that's just a plus.
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I'v always wanted something like this, and I'm beyond happy with how it's turned out. I'm still wearing my hijab underneath it, because I would feel too uncomfortable taking it off. I love it.
Everything is fucking perfect.
We're staying in a hotel not far from my house, then leaving for Italy a few days later. I'm about to burst.
I'm so caught up in everything and I love it.
UGH I WANT TO SCREAM.
"You look so beautiful, Eliza. I'm so proud." My mum says, hugging me from behind as she tries to fan away her oncoming tears.
"Please Umiji, don't cry or I'll cry." I say, my voice breaking. She hastily nods her head and moves away from me, straightening the back of my scarf.
I'v never been one for covering your face on a wedding, so I just leave it to hang at the back.
I know many people cake up their face with makeup, but I didn't because frankly, I look worse with all that foundation and concealer. I wanted to go natural. That doesn't mean I look bare, because I'll probably look like a zombie.
Lilian squeezes my hand once and kisses me on the cheek before stepping out of the tiny room. My sister and mum are the ones to walk me out, and I can practically feel myself shaking as I step out of the room. There is a divider which separates the women and men, and the Imam will complete the Nikah for me first, then Jonas, and then we will come together for a prayer and the I do's before pictures. And then that's it.
I take a deep breath and smile at everyone. My cousins are here along with my aunties, grandparents, Lily and Sarah. I'm so fucking happy to see everyone here, and they're all either smiling or crying which makes me want to cry too.
I can't believe this is happening.
I take a seat next to the Imam on a chair behind a table. Everyone is already sitting in a circle around the table, on chairs, and there's a mini microphone set up for the Imam to recite prayers and a small talk in after the Nikah.
My nerves are skyrocketing as he begins to speak, everyone looking down in respect, and people sniffling. I wring my hands together and bite the inside of my cheek, trying to calm myself down.
