As I look at my reflection , my eyes quickly brim with tears.
It's crazy how quickly this day has arrived. If someone had told me just a month ago that I'd be getting married soon, I would have burst into laughter at the notion.
Don't you dare cry halimah.
Staring back at me is a woman i could barely recognize. She exuded an air of maturity and tranquility, her beauty breathtaking. I can't help but whisper a quiet "Wow", whispering Alhamdulilah under my breath. I've never felt so beautiful , not to this extent, at least.
My reflection is graced by a wedding gown of pure, radiant white, a symbol of the purity and sanctity of this day.
The bodice of the gown is adorned with delicate, hand-sewn lace, forming intricate patterns that cascade down the sleeves. The high neckline and long sleeves provide the modesty I hold dear, yet they are anything but lacking in elegance. The lace continues along the cuffs.
The waistline is accentuated with a tasteful satin sash, gently cinching the gown to create an understated hourglass silhouette. The skirt flows gracefully from the waist, falling into gentle, billowing layers of soft chiffon. With every step, it ripples like a cascade of dreams, giving the impression of floating on air.
As I gaze at myself in this ethereal creation, I can't help but feel like a vision of purity and elegance. This dress shows the beauty of modesty, allowing me to express my faith and individuality while embracing the most significant day of my life.
In this moment, I truly feel like a princess, and I can't deny that I look the part as well. Hassan had sent this customized dress all the way from the UK. How he managed to get my exact measurements, I don't know but my mother must have played a part in it.
I walk around my room as I impatiently wait for my parents. Soon, we will make our way to the mosque to commence the Nikkah process, a momentous occasion that marks the beginning of a beautiful journey. My beautiful journey.
The Nikkah ceremony was to be held in the heart of our town, at the main mosque, where our closest family and friends would gather to celebrate our union. After the Nikkah, a cozy and intimate reception would take place at my home.
While I was lost in thought, the door to my room swung open, and in walked Aboubacar. He stood there for a moment, clearly taken aback by my appearance. Stuttering, he informed me that our parents and everyone else had assembled downstairs, waiting for me to come down. I couldn't help but giggle at his reaction. I reached for my white veil specially crafted White Niqab, a garment designed exclusively for this day, then with practiced fingers, I adjusted my hijab, ensuring it framed my face perfectly. The fabric was expertly pinned in place, securing it while creating soft folds and pleats that added dimension to my appearance. A delicate, pearl-studded headpiece adorned my hijab, providing a subtle touch of glamour and elegance and with that I completed my transformation into a Niqabi bride.
Descending the staircase, I was greeted by the heartwarming sight of my family patiently waiting. The moment was overwhelming, and tears welled up in my eyes, much to the amusement of my cousins and uncles who couldn't resist teasing me. Meanwhile, my aunties and female cousins showered me with compliments.
With our emotions running high, we made our way to the cars, ready to embark on the journey to the mosque for the Nikkah ceremony. The love and support of my family surrounded me, giving me a warm fuzzy feeling.
My mother's voice was reassurance as she held onto my arm, her grip gentle yet firm. "You're departing this home as a single woman, and, God willing, you shall return as a married one."
Oh boy, I'm really getting married.
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After a twenty-minute drive, we arrived at the Beautiful Mosque, pulling onto its welcoming driveway. A row of cars neatly parked nearby let me know that the Musa family and their relatives had already gathered, awaiting our arrival.
Among the familiar faces, I spotted Uncle Musa, his smile radiating warmth and happiness. Sarah and Zahra, while their smiles seemed somewhat strained, gave an air of anticipation. As I observed the other individuals who must have been their family members, I couldn't help but notice the undeniable resemblances shared among them all. Their collective appearance was nothing short of impressive, and I whispered "MashaaAllah" under my breath, acknowledging their grace and style.
However, my gaze was suddenly drawn to one figure towering over the others, engrossed in a conversation with another man. His hair slicked back with precision, he was adorned in a white Abaya intricately woven with gold threads. I couldn't recall ever witnessing a man who exuded such a profound sense of handsomeness.
As if responding to an invisible pull, he turned to face my direction. Though he could only see his reflection through the car's windows, my heart began to race, and my palms grew slightly sweaty. It was as if a silent connection had formed in that fleeting moment, a foreshadowing of the journey that was about to unfold.
"Ready?" Aisha's excitement bubbled as she stood beside me, and I turned to meet her gaze.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, masking my nervousness with a flicker of excitement. I couldn't help but silently pray for Allah's blessings on this new chapter, whispering "Ameen" under my breath.
Aisha couldn't contain her enthusiasm, chiming in with a playful grin, "Let's go meet your hot prince."
"Ayeesha Abdul!" My mother's gentle reprimand was met with a spirited retort.
"But he is hot!" Aisha playfully defended her remark, eliciting a hearty laugh from me as my mother opened the car door. Carefully, I emerged from the vehicle, ensuring not to trip over my white gown, with Ayeesha offering her support.
Baba and our relatives also stepped out, making their way towards the mosque. I kept my gaze directed downward as we approached the entrance, very aware of an intense presence fixated upon me.
Once the initial greetings were exchanged, I finally dared to look in Hassan's direction, and our eyes locked. The vivid green of his eyes shone brilliantly under the July sun. His complexion was a mesmerizing blend, radiating an ethereal glow. For this special occasion, he had applied kohl around his eyes, making them even more captivating. His clean-shaven appearance added to his refined charm.
With every passing second, I felt a rush of warmth, and I blushed profoundly as he sent a soft smile my way, his eyes twinkling with affection.
Ya Allah.
I silently prayed for strength, hoping I wouldn't faint.
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