Naturally the walima is the very next day… So let’s pretend we read the wedding yesterday only :p
E N J O Y
No words, no expression , no fancy, French romantic quote can ever do justice to the feeling you have when you wake up on your walima day. The feeling of pure ecstasy, bliss and happiness that surrounds you and him, your heart and his, is beyond explanation. The chirpy birds, the morning scent, the blowing UK wind, the traffic lights, the street lights, the hotel lights, the walkways, the cabs, just look different. Awesomely different. It is as if you’ve completely closed one chapter of your life and began a new one. It is like a revolution of sorts.
A good revolution. A revolution that completes half your Imaan (faith). A revolution that you spend with your other half. Because it is a revolution you experience in pairs. Perfect for each other, created for each other, destined millions of years ago by Allah- our creator.
Yusuf was already awake when my eyes opened. I looked around the room and saw the curtains were open too. He realised my confused look.
Yusuf: I know we spoke for hours sweets, I didn’t know you were THAT tired that even opened curtains wouldn’t wake you up. (Smiling in amusement)
Me: I… (Yawn) am very tired. You have absolutely no idea what it is to walk in heels.
Yusuf: (laughing). Heels?? Yeah right. You spoke all night.
Me: I’m too tired to have our first argument (closing my eyes)
Yusuf: Alright.. That’s enough sleep for one night. Come on.. We’ve got breakfast to eat.
Me: (pulling the covers over my head) just one more sleep.
The next minute I felt the entire blanket off me.
Yusuf: Na uh… As much as I love you, I can’t let you sleep more. Come on…. Please. (Asking too cutely for words)
Me: Okay okay. Fine, I’m getting up. Although you can quit holding the blanket now.
Yusuf: Nice try pumpkin. Come on.
Me: (shock) Pumpkin!!!! Am I fat??!
Yusuf: (laughing) Did I say you were? (laughing)
Me: You said pumpkin. What does that mean.?
Besides, it is so unromantic!
Yusuf carried on laughing, dropped the blanket, came to my side, gave me a kiss on my forehead and then said
Yusuf: Pumpkin because I love you. Not because you’re fat! (Stretching out a hand for me to take) Now come on.
I took his hand and finally got up. I went to the bathroom and before I could close the door he said
Yusuf: Besides (mocking me) no other guy would have ever called you pumpkin, so in a way, I’m romantic *wink*
I laughed and closed the door behind me; and had a good shower. When I went back to the room, there was a note next to my Polo vanity bag.
*call me when you done
Why wasn’t he here, Allah alone knows. I got done, I won’t say quickly, because we were half an hour late for the walima reception, but quickly enough knowing how late I woke up. Yips we had to skip breakfast, we, however managed to get a cup of coffee to keep us going.
I wore a gold indian outfit, beaded from the top – lightly and then almost full at the bottom, making a gorgeous border with the darker shade of gold material. Paired with a yellow gold set, a chain that adorned my neck and a bracelet that finished the look on my mendhi – hand. Yusuf….. Yusuf wore a white kurta, with a taupe colour jacket and matching colour shoes.
I rang him and he came to the room almost immediately……
Me: Waait.. Don’t say you were on the other side of the door!!
Me: You could have just stayed!
Yusuf: Nopes. I wanted to see how you looked after you’re dressed. Pretty by the way.
Me: That’s all I get (imitating him)
Unfortunately for me, he didn’t compliment me further
Yusuf: That’s all you get sweets (teasing me)
Me: You don’t look fine at all!! I don’t know what I fancied.
Yusuf: Oohh so you diiid fancy me. *wink*
Me: I didn’t say that.
Yusuf: You just did (chuckle). Since when, love?
Me: Oh so now I’m “love”? *raised eyebrow*
Yusuf: You were always love.
Me: Goood try Mister Smarty Pants. But you ain’t getting an answer from me. *wink*
Before he could reply, his and my phone rang. It was Sameera at my end and Zaid at his. But they were together, so we both, heard them both. Get me?
Zaid & Sameera: Half an hour late!!
Me: What? Can’t be!
Zaid: Can’t be!! Can’t be!!! Have you seen the time dear??
And when I did! My eyes nearly popped out.
Yusuf: Oh my word babes!! Let’s go!!!
Was I embarrassed or embarrassed???!!
The entire hall was seated. Starters were on the table. And here you see me! The bride. Making an entrance. Literally. I had a bad habit of being late, but I was never over time. I just used to make the nick of the time. And here…. Half an hour late. Ladies turned to look at me, with scrutiny. Gosh! Cousins and friends laughed at me. I on the other hand, had to keep a straight, yet smiley face and walk up to them. My cousins in law that is.
After a mouth-watering lunch, which was steak with mushroom sauce; saucy vegetables and masala chicken, my friends decided to grace me with their presence.
Faeeza: Well well, if it isn’t a late bride, what do we have?
Covering my face.
Me: I promise, you have no idea what it is like, to end off late, drive to his family’s house. Sit and have loooong chit chat, thinking we have allll night. ONLY to know, they were staying at a hotel. So we had to go to the hotel.
Asmaa: (laughing) Faeeza didn’t say anything besides saying you were late. (Chuckle) but ooohhkay. We get why you were late.
How many of us, brides, know who we meet? I mean there’s so many aunts, chachis, fufis, khalas cousins (like how they say, mare kakibhen, fooi-bhen) mwan. It confuses my brain. All I know. I’m meeting chachi with a pink dress, khala with a blue- a little on the plumpy side might I add. Then I’m meeting an old neighbour – the fancy ladies. Some cousins with a cute baby, and then some cousins who aren’t married. Do you know what’s even worse. Seeing that one school “buddy” and knowing she is his cousin!! Mwan did she not tell them about my schooling life? I was all day in the headmaster’s office!!
But all in all… I noticed my family is just as them. We kinda complemented one another. It was like my family- the glove, and his- the hand, that came together finally.
When you not so worried of people looking at you, do you fully realize the things around you. I saw the hall was simple, very simple. (I liked it). I saw that there were bainmaries on each table, so no fancy platters. On the mens’ side I heard there was a dastarkhan, and when I turned my head to the right, surprisingly, actually not surprisingly, in awe, I saw some young girls, sitting on the floor as well. With evening dresses and all. I got up, and went to join them. I bet they were just freshly out of school, so they kept quiet. Lol!
Me: Oh come on, I don’t bite. What’s your peoples names? (Way to go Shakirah #psht)
And that’s how, minutes later, we were engrossed in conversation. Until…..
Cousin from school: Heyyy, weren’t you… Like always at headmasters office.
Me: (covering my face) You weren’t suppposed to sayy that (laughing)
Sameera: You were??? How did I not know this?
Ayesha: Come on, she was the one that pressed the fire alarm!!
Sameera: No way!!
Ayesha: Yes way Sameera, and that shaving cream situation, was her, and the snow balls, and the… (She tried to carry on)
Me: (cutting her off) Okay okay!! Enough.
By then my cousins in law were laughing away, some couldn’t believe, it was because of me – school stopped for an hour and a half!!
One cousin: (laughing) You seem so innocent. Are you sure you did it?
Me : I… (Before I could reply)
Sameera: Maseeha, you have nooo idea.
Ayesha: Poor Yusuf!
Me: Ay.. What poor Yusuf???
Saudah: You’ll drive him up the wall.
Me: Like you drive Taahir?
Khadeeja: True shaakz she does.
Me: In your face Saudah. (Pulling tongue at her)
Khadeeja: In a car duh!!
And I was busted! Just like that, on my walima, I had people troubling me.
Me: You know what, I’m going to sit with my mummy.
They all burst out in a fit of laughter.
Saudah: What are you? 5?
Me: No crazy, 25!
I didn’t spend a second any more. Fooi had my clutch because… Well Moe Isa took it away from me.
Fooi: Shakirah, really!! If you do not answer your phone, I’ll be throwing your clutch to someone else. ( A little irritated)
Me: Sorry Fooi. Here let me take it away.
I took my phone, only to see 195 whatsapp messages. 50 of which were from Yusuf. 12 miss calls – all were Yusuf’s. Can he?
So as I was about to put it away, it rang again.
Yusuf: Wa alaikumusalaam…. Can we leave already?
And I laughed. I knew Yusuf was nuts. Not this nuts though.
Me: (laughing) Now? As in now?
Yusuf: Yeah now.
Me: Yusuf… you do know what people will say.
Yusuf: Well it’s about time we break the norm “rules”. Come on. I’m waiting outside.
Me: You are so crazy!!! In another 15 minutes please? (I asked sweetly)
Yusuf: Nopes… Now.. Quietly though.
Me: Eerrr.. How so if…
Yusuf: (cutting me off). It’s freezing out here you know. Come on!
That is how I found myself… Holding onto my seats TIGHT. I’ve sat in fast cars before. Yips, like racing FAST. Allah alone knows what Yusuf thinks is fast. Because I was so afraid. I read my kalimahs and all.
Me: (reading Durood Shareef)
Yusuf: (laughing). Will you chill
Me: CHILL. CHILL. When you driving?? Nopes. From now I will be driving us around. You’re just soo crazy.
Yusuf: No ways…. If we need to go to a place an hour away.. We’ll have to leave the day before. So… I’ll drive.
Me: You wish!! (still holding the seat). YUSUF! Watch!!
Yusuf Slammed the brakes.
Yusuf: You gave me a heart attack!!
Me: babes!!! The truck was infront of you!!
Yusuf: Love it’s so far from us! Please relax.
Me: Fine! (closing my eyes).
And then I felt him tug my hand… I turned to look at him. He was so engrossed on the road that it would seem as if he isn’t tugging my hand consciously. I placed my hand in his palms… And I sighed. No matter how crazy his driving is, I felt a little at ease.
Yusuf:(still looking straight ahead, whispering) That’s all you had to do sweets…. To just trust me.
I smiled. This was why… Love only appears before marriage in the dictionary. Love, in life, the one where your heart goes “hmmm”, only happens after Nikaah.
Me:(whispered) I trust you Yusuf.
Yusuf: (turned to look at me) Yeah?(He questioned)
Yusuf: Then say I always loved you.
Me: I alway…
I realised what he was doing.
Me: Ayyy!!! I didn’t always. #psht.
Yusuf: Oh yeah, then why were you the only one that saw my faint dimples?
Me: (laughing) That was years ago.
Yusuf: Yeah… 4 years, 3 months and 5 days.
I looked at him. No scratch that, I gaped! Shocked!!
Me: What did you say?
Yusuf: Don’t feel yourself (laughing)… I just said any random numbers.
Me: I hate you (trying to take my hands away)
Yusuf: You’re a fantastic pharmacist, but a terrible liar.
Me: And youu… Are terrible at reading people!!
Yusuf: No… I’m good actually. For instance, when I call you sweets, you blush, aaaand you get butterflies and what?
Me: I don’t know, you tell me.
Yusuf: You look down!
HOW… HOW DOES HE KNOW!!!!!!!!
Me: Wa… Waaaittt. How did you?
Yusuf: because… I read you.
Do you know what this means????
It meaaaannnss Epilogue up next! BUT
There’s always a “BUT”
I have no idea how long my epilogue will be, because I can stretch it upto 10 parts maybe 15. There’s so much I want my characters to go through still… So epilogue won’t be two or 3 posts… It will be like a full season again inshaAllah.
Thanks to Sameeratunz for helping me with the colour choosing and editing. And thanks to Loony toones tooo!!!!