I understood why both men where getting worked up. On one hand Arfan wanted to make sure I was safe, looked after, his. My dad, however, must have felt absolutely heartbroken that this happened to me. I've never broken a bone in my life so this happening must have shaken him, no doubt. He must be feeling responsible. Arfan's candid way of putting this no doubt made things worse.
The four of us were in the room, my dad sitting in the corner in deep thought while my mum sat at my bedside holding my hand and praying. Arfan paced the room while he waited for the Imam to arrive.
"Baba," I spoke affectionately to my dad. He instantly shot up and came to my side.
"What's wrong? Do you feel okay?" His expression was filled with worry.
I smiled and say up, " I'm perfectly fine, much better than earlier. I wanted to say that I love you so much and I appreciate everything you do for me. I couldn't have asked for a more caring and loving dad."
His eyes were glassing over with a tinge of red threatening to dilute his whites. "Beta, I only want what's best for you."
"I know you do."
He looked back at Arfan and then towards me once again. "This for the best. I want you to be happy." He leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "even if your happiness is a stubborn young man." He leaned back, smiling with light laughter on his lips.
I smiled back and reached forward to embrace him in a tight hug.
We settled sitting in silence while we waited for the Imam. Was the silence a welcome for worry? Happiness?
When the Imam arrived it was all clear. My parents welcomed him with a smile and Arfan shook his hand, a small smile evident on his face.
Everything was ready.
The duas were read and papers signed.
It happened so fast. At least to me it felt fast. Excitement bubbled in me as we went through the Nikkah process. I was going to get married. I am married.
Throughout the dua, whenever I looked up at my soon to be husband he was staring at me. I stared back. I can be just as creepy as he can. My gaze didn't falter until he chuckled to himself ever so slightly and broke eye contact.
Once my pen lifted off of the contract, my consent to marriage clear in the air three times, my bed dipped. I was sitting up, sitting next to my husband. My husband Arfan. Iman and Arfan.
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