Her phone rang and she answered it. I sat there unable to fathom the news that had just been broken to me. She said that it was her mum and that she had to go and get dressed for the Loonat wedding tonight. She greeted and left and I sat there a full 1 and a half hours after that before I left to go home. I arrived and my mum and sister were doing each other’s make-up and fighting for some DKNY silver watch. Typical them…
“Hanzalah, go get dressed son, the nikaah is in 20 minutes at Saaliheen Masjid.
“Oh and aunty Lina ironed your kurta and suit, it is hanging in your change room
We went for the nikaah and then returned home to get dressed for the wedding. Just as I put my perfume on, the very familiar Porsche’s hooter could be heard. I hurried downstairs and we made out way to the hall.
It was done up with elaborate decorations. It was a sort OF blue and looked as if out of a magazine. After all this was a Loonat function. It was separate males and females so I couldn’t see Humairaa, but after we ate our 9 course meal and literally there was like every thing someone could possibly think of, the caterers started clearing the tables. Family men and women were on the women side and although we weren’t family, you know my mum has to help even if it is the neighbours maids nephews wedding, so she helped out. I was casually glancing around, actually I was looking for her, when I saw this teal dress. I glanced up and the most angelic smile radiated from a face cushioned in a hijab… I fell in love all over again…..
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM