Pure At Heart

Pure At Heart (8) Pending secrets

Prophet Muhammad (SAW) said "When husband and wife look at each other with love Allah looks at them with mercy."

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It was really hard for me to eat in this heavy dress. I forced myself to swallow down a spoon or two, but i couldn't get a single bite down. Zayd and I hadn't eaten anything at the wedding; not with the guests. So when we were done with pictures and the cake cutting ceremony, Hafsa and Zayd's sister, Zaynah, asked the waiters to set up a table for two so we could eat. The food looked delicious but i was in a very uncomfortable situation right now. The heavy bangles, the necklace and the dress - all in all were being such a heavy load on me. I hated the idea of wearing so much jewelry on your wedding day. I mean, what's the point? 

"Do you want the rice?", Zayd asked me when he noticed me sitting blank, without eating or even looking at the food. I looked at him. 

"No", i smiled. "I really dont feel like eating." 

He smiled. "I dont either", he replied. 

"Just get a little bit Hamna. You will not regret it", he laughed. Why was he trying to be so friendly? I get that he was my husband now, but he has to show some distance. Its only been 2 or 3 hours. I was a bit annoyed by everything right now. All i wanted was to take all this off and run away. Why cant i ever get what i want?

I shook my head. "No, its ok. Im not hungry", i replied politely. He nodded. I stared at him as he ate. He had a strong jawline and his face was in a perfect shape. This was the first time i had seen him this close; i suddenly felt special to have him as my husband

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"And this is the bedroom", said Zayd, opening up a door leading to a huge king-size bed. It was bigger than mine. Well, of course. The room had a dressing table, 2 sidetables, a love seat and one small spinny chair. The bed had white designer sheets and rose petals were scattered all over it. Zayd gestured me to go inside and i walked slowly, trying my best to not trip and fall on my face. I observed it for quite sometime before sitting down on the bed. I was loving every single moment; for now. I had no clue what the future held for me. 

"So, how'd you like the room?", he said, sitting down beside me. I smiled. "I like it. Its beautiful."

He smiled back. "Im glad you do", he replied staring into my eyes. Was he trying to observe something or was this romance? How is a 19-year-old girl supposed to know? I had to blend in with new people now; i had to get hold of things. 

After a while, things started getting a little awkward. Since we didn't have anything to talk about, Zayd just decided to get going with the "must" things.

"You can go change and freshen up. I'll go in the other room. I know you'll need sometime getting all the jewelry off", he said. I nodded. "Mhmm."

Zayd went out the room. I locked the door and started by taking the jewelry off. I felt a little relieved already. I went in the restroom and washed all my makeup off. I was surprised i did all that without getting the eyeliner under my eyes. It was always a problem whenever i took my makeup off. 

About 15 minutes later, i was all freshen up, with my black shirt and my flapper pants with flower design on it. I opened the door but i had no idea where Zayd was. I poked my head outside, but in his big mansion-like house, i couldn't get a glimpse of him. I started putting my wedding dress in a plastic see-through bag, when i heard someone walking towards the room. I stayed calm as the footsteps got closer. There was a 90% chance it was Zayd; but the other 10%, it could be anybody. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as Zayd came into view. He had changed his clothes and took a bath. His black hair was slicked back. He looked so fresh and clean. I was still the total mess; despite the fact that i was in different clothes now. I just needed a sleep to feel a little comfortable and happy.