The hearts Dilemma

The day

The wedding day approached with a blend of excitement and nervousness. Asiyah felt a heavy sadness, knowing she was about to marry Idris, a man she did not love. Despite her personal feelings, she was bound by her family's decision and the traditions of their culture.

Preparations for the wedding were in full swing. Fatima was busy overseeing every detail to ensure everything was perfect for the traditional Moroccan celebration. The house was filled with family members, guests, and vibrant decorations. The atmosphere was a mix of joy and tension as everyone focused on the big day.

Asiyah tried to put on a brave face, but the reality of the situation weighed heavily on her. She had always been the responsible older sister, and now it felt like she was sacrificing her own happiness for family honor and tradition.

Narymel watched her sister with sadness. She knew how much Asiyah didn't want this marriage and felt a deep sense of guilt and frustration. She wished she could change the situation but felt powerless against the decisions made by her parents.

On the morning of the wedding, the house was alive with the sounds of traditional Moroccan music, laughter, and the busy chatter of preparations. Asiyah was dressed in a stunning traditional Moroccan bridal gown, known as a *takchita*, with intricate embroidery and vibrant colors. She looked breathtaking, but her eyes revealed the turmoil inside.

Idris and his family arrived, and the ceremony began. The wedding took place in a beautifully decorated hall, adorned with *fenich* (traditional Moroccan cushions) and *zalij* (colored tiles), creating an atmosphere of elegance and festivity. The hall was filled with the aroma of traditional Moroccan dishes, and the air was filled with the rhythms of live music.

During the ceremony, Idris tried to be supportive and understanding, but his presence did little to comfort Asiyah. She felt a pang of regret as she glanced at Narymel, who sat quietly in her traditional attire, her own emotions hidden behind a brave face.

The ceremony included the traditional exchange of rings and a *zaffa*, a celebratory parade with drums and music. Idris looked at Asiyah with genuine affection, but she couldn't reciprocate those feelings.

Asiyah was congratulated by friends and family, but her heart wasn't in it. She tried to appear happy, but the weight of her own sadness made it difficult.

Narymel stayed close to her sister, offering silent support. She watched as Asiyah and Idris shared their first dance as a married couple. Idris was attentive and kind, but Asiyah's heart was not in the dance. The evening continued with traditional festivities, but the underlying sadness of the situation was palpable to those who knew the family's story.