𝑴𝒚 𝑶𝒒𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒏[ "أقحوان]

part 4

[Long ass chapter ahead. I promise you wont regret. Buckle up your seat belt gurlies 🎀]

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-"She had awoken something in me
Which never existed"

Author pov:

Soft murmurs were heared from Zaynab's room. It was clear that the both mother daughter duo was talking.

"Zainuu, why are you wearing dark colors again?"
Mariyam asked, her voice tinged with exasperation.
- "It's a wedding, my dear, not a janaza. Go and wear the white burqa I bought for you. Even if it's just for a while, can you please wear it?"

Zaynab turned to her mother, her lips curling into a small pout, her eyes widening like a child trying to resist a scolding. Her doe eyes, now glistening with subtle protest.

"-Ammi, I don't want to wear anything else," she said softly, her tone firm but gentle. "Black is simple and modest."

Mariyam placed her hands on her hips, her gaze softening as she looked at her daughter's stubborn yet innocent expression. "Zainab" she said, trying a more persuasive tone

-, "it's not every day we attend a wedding, especially one this grand. It's not wrong to look festive. The white burqa is still so modest. And its look beautiful on you"

Zaynab lowered her gaze, her cheeks puffed slightly in a pout. "But I like black, Ammi," she murmured. "It feels more me"."

Mariyam chuckled softly, walking over to cup her daughter's face. "You and your black," she said, her voice filled with affection. "You're like a little crow-so beautiful, yet so stubborn."

Zaynab smiled faintly, her resolve softening just a little under her mother's tender gaze. "Fine, Ammi," she whispered after a moment, "but just for a while"

"That's my girl," Mariyam said with a victorious grin, kissing Zaynab's forehead before turning to fetch the white burqa.

As Zaynab reluctantly changed, she glanced at her reflection again. The white burqa felt unfamiliar, almost too bright, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Her doe eyes gazed back at her, now reflecting a mix of compromise and obedience.

Mariyam reappeared, her face lighting up. "Ah, see? You look lovely, Zainuu. Now you'll truly shine at the wedding."

Zaynab adjusted the white scarf delicately, ensuring it framed her face perfectly. She sighed as she picked up the matching khimar and a niqab. hesitant but yielding to her mother's wishes. Carefully, she tied it around her face, leaving only her expressive doe eyes visible.

She turned to the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. The white fabric was pristine and elegant, but it felt foreign to her usual preference for black. Yet, her eyes remained the same-soft, pure, and full of unspoken emotions.

Mariyam stepped into the room again, her gaze falling on Zaynab. A wide smile spread across her face as she clapped her hands lightly.
"Zainuu, you look like an angel,"
she said, walking closer. Her voice held a mix of pride and affection.
"Look at those eyes! They're enough to steal anyone's heart."

Zaynab's cheeks warmed under the niqab, though she rolled her eyes playfully. "Amma,It's just a color."

Mariyam shook her head, a teasing glint in her eye. "Not just a color, Zainuu. It's a statement! And now, you'll match the wedding's joy, even if just a little."