A Muslim's Interracial LoveStory

Chapter 2-Nikkah part 2

|Farhat|

"Here try this one on its pretty." Nastaha says pulling out a dress and handing it to Ifrha, it was a white kaftan abaya that had beautiful gold and white rhinestone's all over the chest area and a little bit on the sleeve's.

Asmara, Nastaha, and I are currently in Ifrahs room helping her get ready for her nikkah party.

All the lady guests have arrived and are seated in the living room, I could make out a few laughter's and talking, since the living room is just right around the corner from Ifrahs room.

"How do I look?." Asks Ifrah while cat walking out of the bathroom like she's on a fashion runway and adding a little twirl at the end.

"Awww habibti,you already look like a bride in that dress, I can't believe your leaving us so soon." Asmara fake tears while fanning her hand's with her face.we all laughed at.

"Thank you, and relax darling I'll make sure to visit you guys, Plus I'm only a phone call away."

Ifraha is moving to Miami Florida, I know it Hurt's me to see her go, but you know what this is her new beginning of a married life and she needs her privacy, plus she has friend's there and  family from my moms side.

"And Bilal is very blessed to be having you as a wife, both of you guys have come so far in life may Allah give you guys a long lasting marriage" I add. We all say Aameen while group hugging and make our way to the living room.

There were a bunch of ladies that were spread out everywhere and little kids running around, with respect we all go around in a circle greating salams to the aunties and giving them the normal kisses on both sides of the cheek.

"Be careful" I say while grabbing a little girl that looked around 4 years of age. She almost ran over a cup that was on the floor that had boiling qawah (coffe)in it.

"Thank you and I'm sorry about that"says a woman that had beautiful tan skin and glowing light brown eyes I'm aussming its the girls mom. I mumer a little welcome and tell her it was no big deal.

I make my way towers the kitchen since that's where all the main people are .

I see my mom there laughing with auntie layla and auntie Safiya whitch is Bilals mom. We greet them and a couple of other aunties.

"Ma shaa Allah you look very beautiful ifrah". comments auntie Safiya, we leave ifrah to talk to her mother in law while we go hand out bottled water to the guest's that just arrived.

Soon after everyone is done arriving we escort the aunties out to the backyard, so they could enjoy themselves and eat. Asmara gets out a radio and sets it by the back porch and it starts playing a nasheed called Tayor A Saeed by Muhammed al Muqit. Its one of my all time favorite nasheed by him.

I hear the home phone ringing so I run to it before the caller hangs up.

"As-salamu Alaykum" says the familiar voice that none other belonged to my dad I reply back to his salam and hand the phone to my mom since he wanted to talk to her, she mumers a couple of ok's and tells me to go call Ifrah who is outside talking to two girl's one wearing a purple scarf and the other one wearing a camouflaged scarf.

I couldn't see who they were since their back was to me. But,I got their attention by calling ifrahs name.

they didn't look familiar but they were really ma shaa Allah looking they both smiled at me when they saw who the voice came from.

ifrah excused herself and made her way towards me and I don't say anything but  point to the living room where my mom, auntie Safiya and Layla are seated, "Habibti are you ready?." Auntie Layla asks