F A R A H

I can't believe I'm getting married today, it feels so surreal. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, dressed in the Ash Abaya, my face decorated with makeup, with henna on my both hands. I touched the gold bangles on my hands Mom gave me that papa has been keeping it for my marriage. I look totally different. A small drop of tear roll down my cheeks I wish papa was alive to witness this day, to see his daughter getting married.

The door flung open revealing my Mom dressed in her beautiful purple Camisole gown. I wiped off the tear not wanting to spoil my mom's mood she's very happy about the marriage. She trekked towards me, with a smile on her face.

'My daughter you look beautiful, I know if your papa was still alive he will be happy too" the tears I've been holding escaped.

'No Farah, don't... It will ruin your makeup" mom said wiping off the tear with her palms. I ca

F A R A H

I woke with a neck pain due to uncomfortable position I slept in. checking the time on my phone showing 7:00am I miss fajr prayer.

I made my way towards the bathroom, glancing at the now empty bed. Last night event ran through my mind. I felt something warm dropping from my eyes, I wiped it off not wanting to remember his words but my mind keep recalling it.

This marriage means nothing to me

After spending almost fifteen minute sitting on one position, I managed to take my bathe. I felt much better; I prayed salatul fajr which I missed.

I went down to greet my in-laws, aunt Khadija and uncle Abdallah are seated across each other while Jawad is seated in one of the chairs beside uncle. His face shows nothing just blank.

'Good morning aunt"

'Good morning Uncle" I greeted them trekking to the dinning.

'Morning Farah, you can call me Mom, get sited" she said.

I glance at j

F A R A H

I was busy with my thought when I heard the ping on my phone. Which is a message from Jawad.

Mom is picking you up tomorrow to shop for the wedding dress. The way he wrote the wedding dress with exclamation mark made me think otherwise.

I replied with an 'Okay' keeping my phone on the nightstand making sure it's in silent mode and lay on my bed, before I know it, I fell into a deep slumber.

•••

I was working on some files that needed to be printed out when I heard the landline phone ringing.

'Hello" I answered politely.

'Where are the files I asked you to bring" Jawad spoke in a low tone, the way he speaks tells me he's not in a good mood.

'I'm sorry sir, I will bring it right aw..." he didn't even let me finish and he hung up what's this supposed to mean. We are not even married but he's showing his true self. Ya Allah help me! I prayed.

I gathered the files from my d

F A R A H

I can't believe I'm getting married today, it feels so surreal. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, dressed in the Ash Abaya, my face decorated with makeup, with henna on my both hands. I touched the gold bangles on my hands Mom gave me that papa has been keeping it for my marriage. I look totally different. A small drop of tear roll down my cheeks I wish papa was alive to witness this day, to see his daughter getting married.

The door flung open revealing my Mom dressed in her beautiful purple Camisole gown. I wiped off the tear not wanting to spoil my mom's mood she's very happy about the marriage. She trekked towards me, with a smile on her face.

'My daughter you look beautiful, I know if your papa was still alive he will be happy too" the tears I've been holding escaped.

'No Farah, don't... It will ruin your makeup" mom said wiping off the tear with her palms. I can't help it.

'I will miss you" she added.

'I will miss you too Mom" just then Yasmin came in clear

Chapter 7