Jamila Barlowe,
A young art curator embarks on her journey across the Middle East. Walking into something that was bound to happen sooner or later is this what they call fate or just bad luck only time will tell .....
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Today was the big day, and this week has been filled with nothing but festivities
Pre-wedding parties, meeting the family, big dinners all the women on Aahils side well the close relatives. I forget the name but someone came in and did henna on all of us but I got a special kind.
She said that it was a tradition to hide the groom's initials or name somewhere in the design I found.
Even though there were photographers and videographers documenting all the events I made sure to tell Anisa to tell them to get the small things. After all, I only planned on getting married once.
Despite what Anisa said to me a couple of months ago I decided to go with something modest but something that still said me.
I looked down at my hands viewing the darkened henna. I smiled as I located his name quickly since I knew exactly where it was.
"Okay, you are all set," Anisa said while fixing my veil. I smiled as she finished.
" Now go before my brother starts storming in here because I'm withholding you from him." She smirked and I gave her a quick hug.
I promptly walk out the door and venture off to find my soon-to-be husband.
I smile at the thought of him getting upset that I'm walking this far and even walking downstairs without his help.
I slowly opened the big mahogany door that met me at the end of the hallway.
And there he stood looking out the window. I smiled, noticing that he kept his hair down. He soon turned around and smiled at me.
" habibti." His voice was laced with adoration, and I quickly walked up to me. The embellishments on his suit jingled as he picked up the pace and I couldn't help but giggle.
"Look at that hair it has a curl to it!" I say while covering my mouth I try to meet him halfway but he caught up to me before.
"Yeah, I got a little trim it was getting long," he said while trying to hide his smile. "enough about me let me see my bride."
I playfully rolled my eyes as he reached for the veil. He held back the urge to kiss me I could tell because he went in for a kiss and then stopped halfway.
"No words can describe the thoughts running through my head habibti." He gave me a warm smile and reached down for my hands almost instantly chuckling when he saw them.
"Never in a million years did I think I would be so lucky to be standing here with you." I pouted, seeing his eyes start to glisten.
"No no no don't you dare cry Aahil because if you cry I'll cry then Rahla is going to kick my butt for messing up my makeup then she's gonna throw that scooter at you!" He chuckled and reached over to the nearby table for a napkin.
