The Secret Behind Her Hijab | ✔

17. Mrs. Insecure

Suhad

"Suhad! Are you ready yet?" Ma shouted from the living room, I guess? I wrapped my hijab around the head, grabbed my purse and dashed for the living room where ma was waiting for me.

"I'm ready ma. Let's go." I said coming to a stop in front of her. We were going to select the invitation cards for the Walima. Yes, you heard right. The day of Walima was looming in front of us and there was a lot to do. The caterers had been arranged, as had the hall where the reception was going to take place. Now all that was remaining was buying a dress for me and inviting the guests. So to invite the guests one needed to send invitations and to send invitations there had to be invitation cards, which we would have in a day if we selected the design today.

Ma and I left for the shop and I took out my phone to text my hubby. My mind giggled in a silly way as I thought about my hubby. His mere mention made me smile nowadays. After the "dinner" every thing was going oh-so-beautifully between me and Shadab. We were running smoothly like two gears that fit and worked in sync. When mom had returned, after a few days, and had found us looking like a love struck couple, her happiness was unfathomable.

'Going for the card selection.' I texted Shadab.

'Great. I'm stuck in a meeting. :('

'Oh! Poor you! Wanna join us? :) *smiling expectantly*'

'Want to but can't. *pouting sadly*'

'See you at home?'

'Where else would I be? ;)'

"Ahem." Ma cleared her throat from beside me. We were seated in a cab and were on our way. I was one hundred percent sure that I was sporting a goofy grin at the moment. I looked up at ma and said that Shadab was stuck in a meeting so he won't be able to make it.

"But I never asked him to come." Ma said wiggling her eyebrows at me and I flushed understanding her inference.

It took us forever--in reality it was fifteen to twenty minutes-- to reach the shop and I was becoming restless by each passing minute. My body was going through the motions while my mind was somewhere else completely.

"So which one do you like?" Ma asked me interrupting my thoughts.

I just shrugged. I really didn't have the heart to select the cards or do anything really. The array of cards I had to choose from were really elegant and rich. I didn't have a problem with elegance but I had a problem with rich. I didn't like spending money without a reason and this was spending money without any reason. Yes, we were organizing our Walima but it could have been arranged in a simple manner, could it not? But no, this Walima was as extravagant as my simple wedding.

After the card selection here I had to go buy a "custom-made" dress for me. I mean why? What was the use of that? I was sure I won't be wearing that dress again in my entire lifetime, I could have worn my wedding dress but then Shadab and I would have had a fight again.

I would make sure to feed the leftover food of the Walima to the poor and hungry, so that my guilt of spending money lavishly would lessen somewhat.

Out of the array of invitation cards I selected one that was white with a little silver floral design on it. It was simple and elegant alright and I didn't want to trouble my conscience by knowing the price. The saying 'ignorance is bliss' ran through my mind.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. I loved shopping when I wanted to shop, but when someone took me shopping against my wishes I despised it vehemently. Mom selected a really incredulous gown for me which weighed a lot when I held it let alone when I tried it. I told her so but she said it was only for one night and also that it looked good on me so I just went with it.