I would now show myself for the first time. But I was honestly not happy with the way I looked. I had trouble sleeping due to how nervous I was, and I was sure my face looked tired and ugly. This man would now see me for the first time in a long time, and for the first time ever without a hijab, therefore I wanted to look perfect. My sister helped my dress and applied makeup on me (God bless her). I was extremely worried about how I looked. I suddenly hated my hair my dress my make up everything was ugly, everything. I thought I would cry and maybe I did tear but I can’t remember. I knew I shouldn’t because crying would definitely make me look worse.
Gelae Gelaes, doors slamming, people singing and door bells ringing one after the other. The guests were here, and I was not ready… “Hurry, Yallah” I started shouting. I was not about to miss my wedding. My sister tried to calm me, and my mom assured me I would not be married unless I was in front of the screen witnessing it. Then my Dad knocked on the door, and asked if I was ready to happy to get married to Abu. This was the third time asked and if I say yes there’s no turning back, I started to sweat.. “Yes” I answered. He kissed my head and left. I was still not