Ruqayyah Ameen has always been her family's pride, cherished for her beauty, kindness, and unwavering dedication to tradition and religion. Strong yet sensitive, outspoken yet deeply connected to her roots, she has always followed the path her famil...
The beautiful bride sat majestically on one of the cushions sprawled on the floor, in the beautifully decorated tent. She was encompassed by her friends and family. The khurkum (turmeric) which they'd all applied on her hands and feet earlier was ready to be washed out. They helped her rinsed it off with a perfumed water as the camerawoman tried her possible best to make every moment into a standstill. Once they were done, Aunty sadiya picked up a golden pot only to pour rose water on the bride's silky hair. The exquisite scent flourished in the tent just like rose petals on summer afternoon.
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The bride had decided to wear a brown lace because once Henna stains your clothes, it doesn't go off. They invited Hauwa, a very well known mehndi artist in the north, to be the one to do her henna design.
The bride's body was already scrubbed, waxed and incensed in the morning. So, all Hauwa has to do was to start designing the bride's hands, palms and feet.
"Lets get started" Hauwa chirped as the masu kidan kwarya started to beat on their calabashes while some girls and women went to the other henna designers, to design their hands.
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