MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 22 : QUBOOL HAI

DUA'S POV:

I offered the fajar salah. Life have been chaos recently but we must never ever forget to offer salah.

I got up and folded the prayer mat. Anam's little panda was awake. Watching my every move while holding his milk bottle with his hands and his left leg and drinking his milk. Wired kid of a wired mom. Anam was sleeping beside like from next a tax on her would be charged for sleeping.

To me sleep and my peace are out there places. I didn't sleep well yesterday not today and Allah knows what it would be tomorrow.

I took a deep breath I knew these day is gonna be quite long. 'After all it's d- day' my inner subconscious said it to me. I made my way towards the closest. I picked up the little folder bag carefully like it's most delicate thing.

I sat in the corner of the bed with the folder on my lap. I opened it carefully and slowly. It's one of the last sign of my mother that I have.

Her wedding saree. I ranked my fingers softly on the fabric. Feeling it. It was an white plain saree nothing amazing in it apart from that it's my ammi's.

Tears piled up in my eyes asking permission to roll down. I clutched the fabric to my chest as I closed my eyes making all the tears to slide down. How happy my ammi would have been seeing me getting married. I don't know how she would have reacted. "Ya Allah. Make my ammi one of the jannati." I whispered.

I kept the fabric back on my lap taking it in last time before I keep it. I was closing the zip of the folder when the panda came to me walking on his knees and hand.

He looked at me with amusement in his eyes. These panda is so adorable. I got up and placed back the saree to it's place. I came back and picked this panda you know when I say this panda is adorable, he is heavy too.

"What does your mum feeds you." I asked him. In response he made a weird sound "oooww" like something.
I laughed and took him down with me.

The hall was empty down. The fairy lights didn't looked that pleasant as they looked at night. Indeed the decorations were amazing one could easily have nikha in here but armaan wanted it to have in masjid. No one minded that. A nearby masjid was selected for the nikha as it's close to our house so the bride aka me would easily get there.

I climbed down the steps with panda in my hands he must be a year old may be.

I went to the kitchen no doubt bua was awakened and all active. She was on phone with someone and giving orders to them. I made my way in sharina khala, Musafa chachi, asma didi and khalajan. They were all sitting and having tea. Though we didn't meet often like very hardly but I am happy to see them. Even though they could have showned up at directly nikha or walima but they all came week's before.

I said saalam to them they all replied.
"All set for the day." Asma didi asked me. They all laughed when I responded negative in my answer. I placed panda on the kitchen nook. Talking to them. They giving me advice and soothing words. Though it didn't calmed me down.

Bua gave me tea in a cup. We were chatting in the kitchen. Slowly the number of people accomodating in the kitchen increased and I made a rescue to my room. Anam was a quiet entertaining person whom you would take if you had to be on island for rest of your life. So it was easy to survive in room for long.

"Dua show me your hands. Let me see your mehndi." Saba said pulling my hands and examining it.
"Masha Allah. Seems like someone is lucky" saba said wiggling her eyebrows at me. This girl. Allah.

"Dua the beautician and the hijab artist are here." Asma didi yelled Coming in with two ladies inside. Followed by anam and her panda.
"Asma didi. I'll be here. You please go and handle farhana massi I couldn't take that lady in." Anam said. We all laughed at her. Farhana massi is our family member and a wedding organizer. She is an hard women to handle.