Ready? For Marriage!

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

It's been more than a month since I was in the kitchen and gave a reply to my parents. Nothing much has really happened in a month. My Dad told his friend the next day and according to my Mum both him and my Dad were really ecstatic, which made me smile. Ramadhan had also passed, in the month that had gone by, and Eid. Alhamdulillah it was a great Eid and Ramadhan. I was surrounded by my family (extended as well) the whole time. It was amazing. I'm learning to treasure every single moment with them and not take it for granted.

Right now, I'm sitting in the living room watching a movie with my cousins and Khadija. Khadija, Khalid, Mama and Baba had come over yesterday. Saima and Maya had stayed over at my house to have a sleepover. It was about three o'clock in middle of the day and we were cooped up in my living room, curtains closed, lights off watching the worst movie ever.

"Why are we watching this again?" Maya complained. Voicing what we were all thinking.

"Because no one can be bothered to get up and put it off" Khadija retorted.

We all simultaneously agreed with her.

Ten more minutes into it, the movie still hadn't progressed to be any better. Saima got up and switched it off. We all chorused a 'Thank you'. She opened the curtains and we all groaned covering our eyes.

"It hurts." I said.

Saima looked at us like she was about to mother our butts. Oh I hate it when she's in this mood. "Come get up. Tidy this up. We can't be lazying around forever."

We groan once more but got up anyway. Nobody wants to mess with Saima when she's like this.

After we cleaned up, Maya and Saima put hijabs on their head as they walked out of the room. Khadija and I walked out how we were. Probably looking like absolute monsters.

I switch on the kettle. "Tea anyone." I say.

Maya just puts her hand up, the other two just shake their heads. I know what you're probably thinking. She's so British with her tea. The answer is, stop stereotyping.

Khalid walks into the kitchen as I'm half way through my tea. He says salam to Saima and Maya then walks up to me.

"Amee and Papá want you." Khalid says lowly to me.

I look up at him. "Do you know why?"

Khalid shrugs his shoulders. I stand up. "Do you know where they are?" I ask.

"Dining room." Khalid replies.

I walk into the dining room. "You wanted me?"

My Mum and Dad are sitting with Mama and Baba. "Yes." My Dad says.

My Mum ushers me to sit down next to them. "Okay baby we got to tell you something." She tells me.

"Sayed and his family are coming, in four days time." My Dad informs me.

I look at his face to have a see if he's being serious. 'Sayed' is my Dads friend the one who.. well to put it simple my future father-in-law.

I gulp. "Why would that be Papá?"

"Urmm he wants to get this marriage done as soon as possible. He says, engagement is not really part of Islam."

Well that's totally unexpected. Although I do agree engagement is not really part of Islam. It's better to get married straight away. But not in my case. In my case I think engagement is good. Really good.

Mama comes next to me and squeezes my shoulders. "I know this may be terrifying for you. But just breath."

I put my hand on top of hers that is on my shoulder. Look up at her and smile. I take a deep breath and then start to ramble. "When will this wedding be? Are we even going to have a wedding? Are we just going to have a nikah? Or is the wedding going to be small or big? Do I even get a ring? I mean it doesn't matter if I don't, I just always thought I would."