Muslimah in love

3. Walima

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Today was the Walima (marriage banquet) and the day I officially left home and moved in with Zaid.  I felt sick with nerves. My heart was pounding. After yesterdays juxtaposed incident, i felt so weary but i reassured myself that it takes time. Our love would grown together inshallah.  I was all dolled up and ready to go to the hall. I hadn't wanted my wedding to be a big deal or a big occasion, but having so many extended families, it was impossible to keep my wedding small.

But I didn't mind as long as it kept within the boundaries of Islam, including no free mixing. I was strictly against that. I had planned every detail to perfection and so far everything had gone to plan. I wanted Allah to be pleased with me on this day of happiness, not cursing me instead.

’You look amazing, a freaking model ’ Amira said to me. The hair and make up artist had finally finished. My red Indian fusion gown was on and my jewellary too. Today I felt like an indian model, an indian queen and I had every right to feel and look this wonderful. I had lived my life correctly, saved myself for my husband and I had finally been rewarded a man who ticked all my boxes. Anyhow, the artist had done a superb job. I sighed and wiped away any worries. I was going to enjoy tonight. I deserved to be happy. Tonight was my night.

’Zaids going to enjoy you tonight.’ Lia my best friend loudly whispered which made everyone giggle.

’Shut up. ’ I blushed and smiled. Nothings going to ruin my mood. I walked downstairs, my fresh red roses bouquet in my hand, a gift from Zaid. My four bridesmaids, all pretty in pink, followed me. I looked outside the window. The snow had finally stopped, but the ground was a blanket of white. December was probably not the best time for a wedding. Although i would have preferred summer, everything seemed even more pretty, pure and fairytale like.

Yusuf grinned ear to ear and came towards me.

'My baby sister. Beautiful Mashallah,’ he said hugging the life out of me.

'Careful, your going to ruin my hair,' I smiled at him. I felt happy especially when i looked at my proud parents.

'Mum and Dad, please no tears, i don't want to ruin my make up.' I joked. After a few photos inside and outside in the cold, i eased myself into the red Ferrari my brother had hired for the occassion. Boys and their toys, hey. I looked at my house, the house i grew up in all my life. I was leaving home, leaving this town and my job. We were moving to London in a month. I shunned these homesick feelings to one side. Fun, today was supposed to be fun and happy. Smile. I took a deep breathe and dismissed the fact that in a few hours time i would be alone with my conflicting husband.

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I sat alone in his room, well my room as well now. It was big and the wedding decorations were hiding the masculinity of the room. I didn't touch anything but just swiftly looked around trying discover some things about him but there wasn't anything really. It  was all male, simple and distant. After a while I sat by the large window, still in my wedding gown letting the moonlight light the room. Where was Zaid? I wanted him to see me. Actually maybe not. Argh, I hate the feeling of nervousness.

Suddenly the door opened and my heart started to drum furiously. I prayed that my hands don't sweat. I looked up to see Zaid standing in the doorway, I think staring at me. Luckily the light was hiding my tomato red cheeks.

'Why are the lights turned off?' What a way to start our conversation! He shut the door and walked in, leaving the lights turned off.

'Er, it looks more nicer.' I said. The room did look more nicer even magical especially with the snow flakes flickering outside, the stars and the moon all bright and alight. But I didn't wanted to sound so...childish so I kept the extra details to myself.

'You look charming.' Sexy, gorgeous and I could go on but boy, he really did. He was in a fitted black tuxedo with a silver/greyish vest and tie. His hazel eyes glimmering. God, I loved a man in a suit.

'Thanks, You look...stunning yourself.' He didn't smile. Great. No! I felt like screaming.

'Thanks,' I said. Awkward silence evolved around us. What do I say now?

He came closer and sat besides me. the king size bed. I looked anywhere but there. Yes, wedding night...

'So, how did you find the meal and...everything else.' I asked, fidgeting with my numerous rings.

'Yes, it was nice, but the dessert was pretty awesome.'

'So, you're the desserts type.'

'Uh huh, yes i am, especially anything freshly baked and chocolaty.'  

'That's a shame, I am terrible at baking, something always has to go wrong but i can definitely do main courses.'

He laughed, a deep throaty sexy laugh which filled me with warmth. I could definitely get used to that.

 'That's fine as long as it's edible.' We looked at each other and everything became serious. He looked at my lips and automatically I licked them. Yes, it was finally going to happen. My first kiss.

Suddenly I found myself intoxicated in his embrace, kissing. The feeling was indescribable. I suddenly understood all those heroine characters in the novels or movies.  And honestly time stopped, the world  dissolved around us and  it was just us; husband and wife as it ought to be.

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