His Blind Wife✅ completed.

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May Allah guide all of us. Ameen.************
LAILAH
Today is the day.
The day 'i will get married, when 'i till complete half of my deen. I don't feel pressured at all, 'i do accept Allah's will especially now that I don't have my parents, 'i don't want to be a burden on them anymore they have got their families...
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I was sitting, getting my hair fixed by some beauty stylist. I am not the type of person who goes for such extravagant things, although deep in me I do dream for it sometimes, for my husband only to see, of course.
I was giving bright smiles to everyone, but the truth is that my insides are trembling. I was to go away from the comfort of my sweet house.
Now more than everything I wish my parents were here... I wish my mother could embrace me, give me tips on being a pious wife. I wish my father could hug me and pat my head, saying that I am his strong girl... But they are gone...
To Allah we all belong, and so it was their time to go back to their creator.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when the girl said I was ready. We went to the hall pretty soon and I was made to sit on the little stage. There was a curtain separating men and women. I was thankful for it. I could see lights and I felt blessed. I can't be more thankful to Allah SWT for his countless blessings.Soon the Imam came and so did the groom. I was already shaking although the temperature was comfortable, but I was shaking.
"Are you OK? You have been shaking nonstop." Mariam asked me. I just nodded. I had no words to say. My lips were dry, I was fidgeting with my fingers and I was now, more than ever thankful for my Niqab which covered me so beautifully and hid my nervousness. But whoever knew me well, just did it. Mariam did know me that exact way.
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Soon the Imam started his speaking and advising us on how to be good husband and wife, what our duties are and then finished with a dua.
Then came the time. The time when I would officially be someone's wife.
First the Imam came to me and asked me 3 times:
"Do you, Lailah bint Mohammed, do you accept Ahmed, son of Ali as your husband?
I was nervous. I tried forming those words which would make me his wife. I couldn't... Couldn't say anything.
"Qbool." I nervously said.
The Imam asked me 2 more times and then gave me the papers. I signed them. I was so calm. all of a sudden, like I've been rehearsing for all that. Then he went to the men and asked him the same questions and soon he and I were wife and husband. All of a sudden my eyes started tearing up, but I tried blinking the tears away. I didn't want to cause grief to anybody.I was hearing
"Mubarak!" from all sides.
Soon we were leaving the hall, and since it was nearing Maghrib, all men went to the near by Masjit to perform their Sallah why we, women paid at the comfort of my home.When we were done with our prayer, some of us started saying their goodbyes. Some were going for work the next day and some to their studies.
Soon the men came as well and it was time for me to say goodbye.
And here it came, the river of tears. This time I let it flow freely and I hugged every girl of my family.
I stayed longer in Mariam's arms.
"Don't forget what I taught you about Niqab. Don't forget me as well." I whispered to her. She laughed and nodded at me.^Soon I was seeded in my husband's car.
Beginning my journey as a wife, already a married woman, not a girl who could freely do what I will...
a/N:
I just found time to update. I'm very sorry guys.
I posted an announcement and you can see the reason as to why I don't update.
I hope you all are fine Alhamdulillah.
Ma'assalam and AssalamoAlaikum beauties.
Your blindie friend!  ,