Today is the day, the biggest day of my life. I’m getting married!!! I still cannot believe it. It’s 4am in the morning and sleep is not anywhere near me. I decided to finally leave the bed and get up. I prayed nafl namaz and raised my hands for dua. I prayed for my marriage, for Aiman and for the life which we will lead from today with each other.
I stood at the window looking at the beautiful night sky changing colours. Witnessing the dawn is the most peaceful thing. Everything is so quiet and serene. The morning tranquillity refreshes your soul and the feeling is so mesmerizing. Slowly you see the world waking up, the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves and the first golden rays of the sun. It’s simply beautiful.
I know you must be thinking that I have my nikah in few hours and I’m here spending my time ideally staring at the sky. Yes it’s because we didn’t plan any function or a get-together. We will have a simple nikah in the local mosque nearby the hospital. Only few doctors from my team with Dr. Quraishi will be present. We didn’t had any functions for the Reception either. We delayed everything after Aiman’s recovery.
It was afternoon and I’m finally ready to leave. I drove straight to the mosque where Dr. Quraishi with few other doctors were waiting for me. As soon as his gaze fell on me, he had tears in his eyes. He was like a father-figure to me. Looking at him, I remembered by dad. He always wanted to be with me on this day, welcoming his daughter-in-law in her new house and to play with his grand children’s. I wish he was here...
Dr. Quraishi hugged me as I went near him. I clunged on to him holding him tight. The warmth I received from him made me feel at ease. After a time pace of ten seconds, we parted away and I saw him tearing up.
“I am very proud of you my son. What you are doing today is hardly seen. May the Almighty bless your pair.” He said still holding me.
“Ameen” I mumbled under my breathe.
After nikah we went to hospital where my wife was waiting for me. I feel exhilarating calling her as 'my wife'. She is mine now and the feeling that I’m going through is inexplicable.
All the way the doctors wished me hard luck not because I was the new groom but because I was married to Aiman. They all had Aiman-phobia because of her sudden outburst. I wish they knew the real her but I was happy only I was the lucky one to have her as my wife, my soul-mate, my life-partner and my ever-after.
After taking blessings from the senior doctors and meeting the hospital staff, I went straight to my cabin where she was waiting. I stood on the door holding the knob contemplating whether to knock or not. Something in me said just to barge in as she is your wife now but the other part reminded me of the basic manners that I had learnt. I decided to stick to the latter one so I knocked on the door before entering. The nurse decorated my cabin with fresh white roses and lilies. There was a sweet aroma in the atmosphere. I saw the beautiful structure sitting on the chair with her head tilted low. Her beige and green dress that flowed over the floor, the sequenced dupatta that properly covered her head and her hands entwine with each other was resting on her lap. I sat on the chair opposite to her with nervousness spread all over me. I started fiddling with my finger which I usually do whenever I’m nervous. Being a man, I had to take the first move as I had read it somewhere, so the only possible thing I did was to clear my throat loud enough for her to hear. I knew that was a lame act. Studying medical was far more easier than initiating the conversation with your newly bride.
“Are you nervous?” She asked me as she raised her head to look at my dishevelled state.
Boy, she knows me way too well.
I was open-mouthed looking at her. It’s not that I was looking at her for the first time but there was something special in her today. She looked exquisite. Her blushed cheeks with a hint of few makeup and the glossed lips that was usually dry due to her treatment enchanted me. I was falling in love with her all over again with every passing second.
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