As Ouahib arrives in town , carrying the weight of a family that has weathered hardships, including parental separation, and the lingering echoes of a once vibrant home, he embarks on a new beginning, yearning for a different chapter.
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If you would have told me, that I would be getting married and that too to Ouahib, I'd have choked on my saliva and asked if you'd swapped reality for a rom-com script!
Ten days and another meeting at my house of the two families, to discuss everything, here I'm standing in front of the mirror, admiring my caftan, which I'm wearing for my special day.
The overall theme is white and gold and so are our outfits. It's not something unique, but it's been my favourite color combination, before it became a thing.
Moreover, we've decided to wear the traditional clothes of the other's culture, to bring a change into the common dressing sense. At the beginning, it seemed just a swap of the clothes but if you look at it closer, it means much more.
With that, we're embracing each other's culture and express that we do love and respect each other equally, as well as our cultures.
We think it's important, because that also shows the amount of interest and effort we would put into our relationship.
Coming from different cultures, there might be different views on certain aspects, but I hope our islam overpowers and that we always find a way.
"Khala!" Farah's voice broke through the silence, I was admiring myself in. (Aunt!)
"Aap tayyar hain?" She asked holding her white sharara from both sides. (Are you ready?)
"Haan, bas Duhr ka intezar kar rahi hoon. Abhi 10 minutes main aa rahi hoon." I replied, looking at my phone, which showed that Duhr prayer is in four minutes. (Yes, I'm just waiting for the Duhr prayer. I'm coming in ten minutes.)
"Oki" she nodded, again taking hold of her sharara and walking out of my room.
I prayed Duhr and made dua, for a happy married life and blessings. Though, I'm not moving out of my parents house until our house isn't completed.
Another reason is that Abbu insisted on me staying until we have the rest of the wedding functions, which is in another two months.
Today, is our Nikkah and we will be married the Islamic way. For our cultures and family, there are the other functions.
Reason for that is that in two months, I would have my semester break and thus we decided to keep the functions there. Moreover, Ouahib is still very busy with the company and the new home. Also, the Nikkah is happening on a short notice, so all our relatives won't be able to join.
The Nikkah is more intimate and with our close family and friends.
Still, I would be a married woman and would eventually move out in two months. I don't know, how it will feel to leave this room, in which I've spent half of my life.
Will I miss Ammi and Abbu very much? And will they miss me? Haider is going to be the happiest person on earth and Aapi already has her own life and house.
