Falling For Yazaar (Will Be Rewritten)

Chapter 12

It was here...the day of my wedding. I was a mess to start with. 'Lailah! Please stop crying,' Uzair had said staring up at me with his almond shaped eyes teary.

'Iinaa bikhayr...iinaa bikhayr Uzair,' I told him and chuckled.

'Assalaamualaikum!' Zainub sang upon entering my room. I quickly wiped my face dry and smiled at her. Uzair had continued to stare at me with concern as I stood up to greet her. After placing a few of her things on my bed, we had embraced and I could smell the faint scent of samosa which made my stomach grumble.

'First of all, have you eaten? Or no! How much sleep did you get?'

I smiled innocently and answered,'I guess 4 hours max.'

'You look like a panda, a cute one. So are your bags packed? Because Ahmad is going to fetch it in an hour.'

Why does Ahmad do so much?

I nodded and gave Uzair a smile when he narrowed his gaze at me concerningly.

'Okay so I will start off with your nails before I get to your hair, thankfully the patterns on your hands are completed as well as your feet.'

I kept nodding as I sat in front of my dresser.

'Knock knock...'

Zainub, Uzair and I turned in the direction of the door and watched Yumnah enter shyly.

'Are you nervous Lailah?'

I shrugged and watched my sister sit on my bed before she frowned lightly, trying to muster up the courage before asking,'So tonight...you will go to his house? And after a week you will go to Yemen?'

I nodded and started with my makeup. I kept it light although my lipstick gave it a pop.

'Ma Shaa Allah!' Khalaty exclaimed upon entering the room along with Zainub and Yazaar's cousins that had been here the night before.

'Are you nervous?' asked one of the girls who wore a beautiful baby blue colored Abaya.

'Yes, well sort of. No...okay yes, I'm extremely nervous.'
All the ladies in my room laughed before shutting the door and getting started. Two hours must have passed before we were told to get done.

One of the girls opened the bag in which my dress was in and all of them gasped which made me panic.

'What? Is it not pretty enough?' I queried as I felt my cheeks redden. 'No...it is perfect. Come on, put it on already!' Fatimah, the girl that did my patterns said. I put the dress on and sat down so that Fatimah could pin my hijab neatly.

'So will you be wearing niqab permanently after today or is it just for today?' she asked as she kept working. Everyone was silent as they watched her work.

'I guess it is just for today? I didn't even know about the veil,' I told them honestly.

They spoke in Hindi for a while which made Yumnah and I go silent. She stood in front of me before smiling and kissing the back of my hand.

'Ma Shaa Allah, mama would be so proud and so happy and so upset,' she told me and we chuckled before I sniffled. 'Please don't cry, your makeup,' Fatimah whispered teasingly.

'Why would aunty Serena be upset?' one of the girls asked and I was about to respond but khalaty had entered the room to say that we had to leave now.

My mother would have been upset because I was her first daughter and she was very protective of her daughters, so much that she would always joke about us not getting married one day. She would say that when we were at that age then she would hide us but baba had always jokingly said that it would be a pleasure to get rid of his daughters in exchange for plenty of sheep or goats until my mother slapped his chest lightly and gave him the stare.