Our wedding lasted 7 days and it was a beautiful wedding. People came from all over the world to celebrated our wedding; they stayed up all night dancing and all morning preparing. I was told that the wedding was not about us, it was about the people and looking back that is so true. But today, one year later Abu and I will celebrate our marriage. Our one year of an amazing marriage I am so happy Alhamdulila. Allahuma la hasad, Allahuma this feeling stays this way and Allah continues to bless us, because this has been one of the best years of my life. Marriage is not about your wedding day it’s about the time after, the journey. Every day for the past 365 days I have felt more comfortable and learnt to love him more and more and he has shown
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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
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