Ayesha is your average 22 year old muslimah who goes to University. A muslimah who doesn't wear a hijab. All her life she has been asked the same question " Where is your hijab?" She got bullied since she was 10 by her so called sweet cousins Badia...
Hey guys. Ok so I'm a huge Maher Zain fan. Raise them hands guys.
I am absolutely in love with this nasheed so you guys have to listen to it. It is amazing. Amyways hope u guys r enjoying the Nikkah. Byeeeee.
Ayeshas POV
Right now I am standing in my room waiting for Kaab to come. After the ring ceremony my girls scooted me to my room and told me they were calling Kaab.
I heard thr door click and then close again. My breathing got heavier. Slowly I turned around and kept my eyes on the floor. Bruh there ain't no way Imma look at him. But i guess luck isn't on my side an I felt two fingers lift my chin up.
"Look at me." My eyes rose. And smile crept on my face. He also smiled.
I broke the awkward silence by saying. "Can we pray 2 rakhat namaaz to thank Allah." And he furrowed his eyebrows. "I mean that is if you want to... you don't have to.. it yo-" He put his ginger on my lips and shushed me.
"We'll pray." He said.
After praying we walked out and went back to the vouch we were sitting on and people starting congratulating us once again.
Kaabs POV
"Bhai!!" Who is yelling.
"Shut up Haadiya. Let me sleep." I said and put the pillow over my head.
"Today is your Nikkah and your here asking for sleep." Holy shit. I totally forgot. I abruptly got up and Haadiya started cracking up.
"Whatever dogface." Isaid pushing her face away.
After showering I changed int my sherwani.
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I shaved and did all that stuff and then walked out of the room to eat breakfast.
"Yaar, Haadiya. Where's the breakfast?!"
"I'm too excited to cook. Go make an omelette for yourself." She yelled from inside her room. This girl, I thought to myself and chuckled. I quickly whipped up something to eat and then called for Haadiya so that we could leave.
"How do I look Bhai." She asked.
"Cute as always. Simple yet Elegant." I said and kissed her forehead.
Haadiyas outfit
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She quickly wrapped her hijab arpund her head in about an 45 mins we were sitting in the masjid.
The imam spoke and asked Ayesha that question three times.
"Qubool hai."
"Qubool hai."
"Qubool hai."
Now it was my turn.
I took a deep breath and,
"Qubool hai."
"Qubool hai."
"Qubool hai."
This is it. I'm now married. As I was trying to digest this Daaem came upto me and gave me a huge hug.
I exited the masjid and stood at the spot me and Haadiya chose to meet after the Nikkah.
"Bhai!" She jumped on me and hugged me so tight.
"Congrats. Congrats. Congrats." She started yelling.
"Ssh... ssh.. ssh... thank you my dear sis. But I think everyone is waiting for now. I better go." I said whilst setting her hijab back on her head that fell off.
Everyone was heading to Ayeshas house for lunch amd then we'd have the ring ceremony. Once we arrived at their house and everyone had lunch we swapped rings. By the look on her face she seemed like she really liked it. Thank Allah. A few mins later some girls came and took Ayesha away.
I was confused but then thought it was some kind of ritual or something. In the mean time Haadiya came and sat next to me and we took some photos from the professional photographer.
"Ok lover boy. Time for you to meet your wife." And I remember correctly it was Daaems wife Ebrah talking.
She took me to Ayeshas room and left me there. I took a breath before open door. She was standing her back facing me. As she turned around she kept looking at the ground. I walked towards her and lift her chin up. "Look at me." I said. She looked up and OML she looked so breathtaking.
She broke into a smile and i did the same.
"Can we pray 2 rakhats to thank Allah." She asked and I furrpwed my eyebrows. Is this even a question?
She took my expression differently and started blabbing.
"Ssh. We'll pray." I said.
After we prayed we went downstairs and enjoyed the rest of the function. I realised that they have done a partition now so all the men are on onenside and women on the other. While I was walking to the mens section I heard soft whispering. I gollowed the noise and guess who it was.
"I'm surprised you got a guy. Ya allah I feel so bad for him. I hope he teaches you something and puts something in that thick head of yours. You're just a useless bi*** You are a piece of s-" I couldn't handle it anymore.
"Oh guess who it is. Badia and Cantara." I could see Ayesha was trying hard to hold back her tears and this just made my anger rise more.
Why don't you guys get it in your thick heads that she is much more better than you. Take the Haathi and Cheeti story for instance. You guys are the Haathis and she's the Cheeti. Idiots." I spat on their faces and now I could see Ayesha was trying to supress her laugh.
After the function had ended and me and Haadiya had arrived home and gotten freshed up my phone started ringing.
Without checking the caller ID I picked it up. A very bad habit of mine.
"Hello." A sweet, cute, melodious voice greeted me.
"Uhhh... Ayesha. H-hey." I stuttered. Damn.
"Umm actually I had a request."
"Yeah yeah go ahead." I replied curious as to what she had to say.
"Ummm the thing is that the art students at my uni are graduating tomorrow. I was wondering if you could come?" I instantly started jumping around my room but then composed myself.
"Yeah sure." I said trying to act casual.
"Thanks so much!" She said and ended the call. Woo hoo!
"Haadiya! Guess what..."
Assalam-O-Alykum readers. Did you enjoy the nikkah. So the Nikkah ceremony is officially over and possibly in the chapter we will be celebrating the mehendi.
