After weeks of fittings, tears, rage, joy and more fittings, arrangements were officially made. Surprisingly, I had know idea about the man I was marrying, but I was excited to meet him. My only wish is that he wasn't messy. It's bizarre that I have not yet met or seen the man I'm going to marry. However, I think that's the most exciting part of all. The thrill of getting married; emphasises the love I have for my husband. Even though I may not know who he is, my curiosity of his appearance took over me sometimes, but I just know he would be my heart's desire. A few of my brothers have met and they say he's a genuine guy, and not bad looking at all.
An overpowerment of pleasant nostalgia ran over me. This was the house I grew up in and a gust of uncontrollable tears fell. I didn't understand why I was crying, I wasn't upset but it wasn't necessarily tears of joy either. Maybe it's a typical costume of a bride. This feeling rushed over my body, I no longer had control over my nerves. Just at that moment, Mama came into my room.
'How's it going my love?' she asked stroking me arm, comforting me.
'I'm doing alright. This whole process, it's probably the scariest thing I've ever done' I exposed.
'Yet you will recieve the best outcome, Before a reward you must go through a struggle and this preparation will be your challenge. Through this, you will learn lessons you shall take upon not only for yourself but for your children, to teach them the value of life. Your feelings towards this day will be completely valid, no matter how obscure you may feel.' Mama always spoke with such wise words, that reassured me everything fine.
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General FictionThe struggles of heroes expressed through their difficult yet extraordinary journeys. Halima moves her life along with her family to a completely different environment.
