The Wedding Saga- 3

And Allah said:

وَاعْتَصِمُوا بِحَبْلِ اللَّهِ جَمِيعًا وَلَا تَفَرَّقُوا وَاذْكُرُوا نِعْمَتَ اللَّهِ عَلَيْكُمْ إِذْ كُنتُمْ أَعْدَاءً فَأَلَّفَ بَيْنَ قُلُوبِكُمْ فَأَصْبَحْتُم بِنِعْمَتِهِ إِخْوَانًا

Hold firmly to the rope of Allah all together and do not become divided. Remember the favor of Allah upon you, when you were enemies and he brought your hearts together and you became brothers by his favor.

Surat Ali Imran 3:103

The day I reached the venue, Zara was there to surprise me. Oh yes, she was not supposed to come due to ticket issues but lo! I remember the way I screamed when she opened the door. The entire building echoed with our euphony. 

It felt like home. Weddings that abide by the sunnah are so blessed Alhamdulillah. There was no chaos or confusion. Everything seemed smooth. Few people, less work to do, no caterers (just women arranging meals themselves), no headache of pleasing the Ladke wale (groom’s guests). It was the simplest wedding I had witnessed. Until I started dressing up, I didn’t feel like a bride. It just felt like a housewarming party with all friends. 

Jokes, laughter, packing, eating etc. Women were all with us irrespective of they being my family or the grooms. Everyone was equal. My sister in law (to-be) actually applied mehendi(henna) on my feet. 

There was a brief cultural function with some women singing hilarious folk songs and others clapping. Some of them denoted how bride moves to marital home, some were satires on bride and in laws relationships and others on how the groom is going to be tormented by his wife! 🙂 

End of the day my sisters and I were given a cosy room where we chit chatted and had our own private time. Something that is completely absent in weddings. Amidst the glamor, we easily forget the relationships. We prayed together, I didnt know when I’d be with all of them again. 

There was an intimate presentation they made for me. So many reminiscences of the journey we had covered together. It seemed we had come a long way but I know it has been such a short portion of the long way we are yet to cover.

The next day was my wedding day. We woke up early for fajr. Perhaps all of us felt the weight of the day. There was an eerie silence that morning. We prayed in jamaat. Following that we had a small istema. Each one narrated incidents, verses and stories of prophets & companions. Narrations that we could imbibe from. In the end our   ammijaan told us about what nikah means. Things that we think we know, but we need reminders all the time. About how I was going to complete half my deen, how it is the greatest sunnah, how my husband would be my  wali and my protector and how I would be the caretaker of his home, how men want respect and women want love… Changes that are hard to digest, but you know they are the truth and ways to seek the pleasure of our Maker. 

As the hour came closer, the realisation was sinking in. There was a stark difference in the day before and that day. Excitement started adulterating itself with nervousness. Oh that pit in the stomach. I don’t know how they arranged it all. Everything that I was to wear was spread neatly in the dressing room. Sana api was to dress me up. I took a shower and wore my wedding gown. 

People came and went as I was being prepared to be the bride. Finally I was getting the feel of the bride. That one day you’ll never forget all your life. That one day I’ll cherish forever in sha Allah. 

Words fail to express when I stared back at myself into the mirror. I wouldn’t recognise myself if I wasnt told that was me. They gasped. Just how I always dreamt to look. I now remember how most Indian brides look like painted ducks due to patchy make up. But alhamdulillah, this was perfect. I wished my groom could see me this way. 
It was time. I was asked if I accept. 

Qubool hai?

Qubool hai

I was soon showered with hugs and all of them came to me. How I wished for a moment that it could be just the 6 of us in the room, sitting and relishing the moment. I had thought I’d cry when this moment would come. But like every moment of my life where people are expected to cry, I again didn’t. 
I wanted to bury my face as each one came to hug. I wished they held on a bit longer. 

Shaikh gave a small and beautiful khutba following the nikah. The khutba was about how husband and wife are coolness to each others eyes. Two things which clinged to me were how after a stressful day, a cheerful wife is so important to a man and how the day household chores are strictly divided (that a b c d is your job and  w x y z is mine), the couple is also divided. 
The entire process was over within 30 minutes! Unbelievable 🙂 I was married.

 “And among His Signs is this, that He created for you wives from among yourselves, that you may find repose in the., and He has put between you affection and mercy.” (Surah Ar-Rum, 30:21)
It was time was rukhsati (departure). My luggage was loaded. And everyone was waiting for us in the basement. I had not clue how the entire thing was working like magic. Things were packed and loaded and I had no clue when. They were all always around me. 

And again, none of us cried. They were all standing there, taking care that I sit properly and of everything else till the last minute. I later got news from Ayesha that Afaaf cried like mad after I left. Seemed she got an madness attack or something of that sort. 😀

The next day we were back on WhatsApp. It took us a few days to get over what happened exactly. It gets smiles each time I think of it. We can’t wait for the next one to get married. This time I’ll be amongst the bridesmaids and see how this magical thing works behind the stage. ❤ 

Allah said:

وَالْمُؤْمِنُونَ وَالْمُؤْمِنَاتُ بَعْضُهُمْ أَوْلِيَاءُ بَعْضٍ ۚ يَأْمُرُونَ بِالْمَعْرُوفِ وَيَنْهَوْنَ عَنِ الْمُنكَرِ وَيُقِيمُونَ الصَّلَاةَ وَيُؤْتُونَ الزَّكَاةَ وَيُطِيعُونَ اللَّهَ وَرَسُولَهُ ۚ أُولَٰئِكَ سَيَرْحَمُهُمُ اللَّهُ ۗ إِنَّ اللَّهَ عَزِيزٌ حَكِيمٌ

The believing men and believing women are allies of one another. They enjoin what is right and forbid what is wrong and establish prayer and give charity and obey Allah and His Messenger. Allah will have mercy upon them, for Allah is Almighty and Wise.

Surat al-Tawba 9:71

The end

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9 thoughts on “The Wedding Saga- 3


    assalamum alaikum wa rahmuthallaahi wa barakathuh sister,

    alhamdhulilahi rabbbil’ alamein ….I’m also an indian reverted muslimah 🙂

    subhanallaahi wa bihamdhihi subhanallahi ill adheem…….such a nice blog sister….

    alhamdhulilahi rabbil’ alamein i enjoyed reading all three parts of this weeding saga…and now as my wedding in shaa allaah is to happen soon i’m feeling like might be this is one among the way i ll also be married (in the way of as-sunnah)…and indeed allaah is the best of planners….

    love u sister for the sake of allaah the rabb’ul alamein……..

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  2. Oh Allah…I dont know why after reading your post I’m getting goosebumps.. I’m feeling emotional too. Indeed it was the “marriage” full of sunnah. Off course we tried our best to give you a tension free environment but once you left the house we really felt oh “our body is aching, we have not slept properly from last few nights” lolll. Alhumdulliah all those pains were necessary to get the feel of marriage and it got paid off when we heard you are “Happy” and liked all of ours gift.

    And Alhumdullilah you were looking stunning in your bridal attire…anyone can guess why mr dulhe raja left the room in few seconds..hahha. May Allah bless your life with more such beautiful movements and make you coolness of your husbands eye. Ameen

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    • Yes, I know Alhamdulillah. I don’t ever act brave in trying to imagine the stress you guys took up on your shoulders with a smile on your face. You’ll did everything the mom, the dad or the sister would do. Nothing I do on earth will ever recompense. I can only pray Allah gives you mountains of reward in exchange.

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