After I Met You✔️.

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AAMIR
Algiers, Algeria.
The Wedding Day.

So, Alhamdulilah, I'm tying the knot today. I'm currently getting ready, and the chaos currently ensuing beyond the walls of my room is disastrous. Everyone is yelling, looking for things, trying to get ready, and trying to tidy up the house and kids all before we leave. I must say it's been a really hectic day so far.



Aman has been helping with the last-minute preparations, and when I tell you I love my sister so much, then this is one of the numerous reasons why I love her.
We are getting married in the local masjid, and the place looks really beautiful. Mashaa Allah had to say goodbye yesterday to make sure the chairs were washed and arranged properly and take care of other things. All in all, the place looks beautiful. So simple yet classy.

And guess what? I might have gotten a house that's really close to home. Because I have to come home and see Ommi, Baba, and Aman almost every other day. So it's fine; I'm not that sad. I can't really say the same thing for Nasreen, though, because I'm sure she's going to miss her parents so much, maybe even more than me.

We make it to the mosque on time, though. I take a seat, and the others take their perspective seats behind me as Sheikh Ayman goes on with his Nasiha.

I can't see Nasreen from where I'm sitting, but Ommi said she looks amazing. Allahumma barik. After the Nasiha, we both sign the marriage license and exchange rings, and it's official that I am a married man.

I hand her a bouquet of roses, and then she smiles, finally looking up to look me in the eyes. "Jazakallahu khairan, they look amazing." She says. "Just like you do." I add, and she blushes. Ommi calls the two of us over, so I hold onto her hand, and we walk towards the others together.

Her hand is so soft and tiny; she's just, what word do I even use? Might I use perfect because she might as well be?
I can feel myself bursting with happiness as we take a few pictures, and all the while holding her hand, you can tell how nervous she is by how she's holding onto my hand, so I give her a little squeeze as if to assure her that I'm here. She looks up at me and smiles once again, and now I don't have to look away or lower my gaze because she's mine now, Alhamdulilah.

We move to the tiny hall next to the masjid, where the Walimah is taking place for lunch.
We aren't many in number, so the hall contained us all just fine.


When it's time for us to leave, Nasreen begins to cry, and when I look over to Aman, she's crying too. "Come on, Aman, I thought I promised to come by almost every day. Why are you crying? You're gonna make Ommi cry." I coo, hugging her.

"Silly, I'm not crying because of that; I'm crying because I'm so happy for you." She giggles, hitting me on the arm. "Naughty girl, you'll be married soon. Go as well. Better save those tears for the occasion." I tease back, and she hisses, releasing me.

"Better go hold onto your wife before she decides she wants to go back home." She eyes me as I walk away, making me laugh out loudly. Naeem has some serious issues on his hands.

I walk over to Nasreen, and as soon as her mom lets go of her, she hugs me tightly. I place my hand on her head and the other on her back. "Come on, Nasreen, don't make your mom feel bad; she'll think you're not happy, and that's why you're crying so much." I say, bringing out the handkerchief from her pocket to wipe away her tears.

She nods and then says, "Will you promise to take me to see Umm whenever I want to?" She asks, pouting a bit. She is so cute, I think my brain might explode from looking at her cute face right now. "I promise to take you home whenever you want to, insha'Allah." I promise she finally nods before adding, "I'm ready; we can go now."

We say our final goodbyes before getting into my car and driving off. We get to our home just around Asr. She has been here with her mom and cousin before, so she does know what the house looks like, so I leave her to be while I go up to my room to change and pray for Asr.

Just as I say the salam, there's a knock on the door. I stand up from the prayer mat and open the door, and Nasreen is still in her dress. "You don't have to knock on the door, Nasreen; this is also your house." I assure her, and she smiles.

"Have you prayed Asr yet, and what would you like for lunch?" I ask, "About that, she begins, could you please help me pull out the pins from my hijab? I've been trying to remove them, but I don't think I've gotten all of them." She asks, blushing a bit.

"Come sit." I say, moving over to stand by the bed. She takes a seat, and I begin to help her take out the pins. "How many do you think they used to hold the veil in place?" I ask five minutes later as I pull out two more.

"Wallah I'm not sure. I just told her to make use of it's security so it doesn't fall off during the walima." She giggles, and I smile, shaking my head as I pull out another. "Think that's the last one." I say standing up straighter.

"Thank you so much." She smiles, and then she proceeds to do what I'm not expecting. She removes the hijab right in front of me; it's still in a perfectly tied bun, but it looks so beautiful, and she has blonde hair.

When she catches me looking, she blushes, "I'm going to go pray; now I'll be right back." She blushes before practically running out of the room.

I unwrapped the lunch Ommi had made this morning and sent it over to be, but I put it in the fridge earlier and put it in the microwave. Just as I finish setting up the table, she comes down wearing a floral dress, and her hair is down now.

"Lunch is ready." I smile, dragging out a chair for her. "Thank you so much." She smiles, taking a seat. "You look beautiful." I blurt out before I can stop myself, and her cheeks turn crimson at my compliment. "Thank you." She says.

"And we need to work on how much you say thank you." I joke, tapping her hand, causing her to giggle. "It's not my fault; I'm just so used to saying it." She pouts, taking a sip of water.

After lunch, we clear the dining together and end up sitting out on the balcony, talking and getting to know each other better. And guess what? I got to touch her hair. Am I allowed to say I think I'm falling in love, or is it too early for that?

It's a double updates my loves. The two are finally married I'm so happy for them. Can I get a Mashaa Allah??
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