"Actually can you just braid the sides please?" I told the hairdresser.
I spent nearly the whole day at the salon and got a mani/pedi, nail polish on hands and feet, a hair treatment, a facial, and now I was getting my hair done for tonight's party. I probably blew up half my college i3ana on today but I felt like it; I wanted to feel beautiful today to match the beautiful dress Zaid had given me.
"Hala yuma," I said through the phone.
"Ha mta btrideen ma khala9tay?" she asked.
"La wallah bas shway oo akhal9 l2ana ga3da asawe sha3ri," I replied.
"Oo kl hal muda shkntay etsaween?" she asked, suddently worried. I recalled the list. Was she still skeptical of me from what Lulu had told her?
"Yallah mu ita2akhirain," she told me before hanging up.
I watched the hairdresser do my hair, and I was surprised she didn't give up as I changed my mind every five seconds. I really wanted this to be perfect.
About twenty minutes later after much decision making and last minute changes, I was finally satisfied with my hairdo, which was a really pretty low bun with braids that went around my head, I didn't think it would work but I loved it. I thought it would be perfect with my dress.
"Mashallah iyanin," the woman in her late twenties, early thirties said, with a smile. She was pretty herself, she had a really gorgeous shade of brown hair that was being styled in a low bun.
"Mashkoura," I could only manage with a smile.
I went back to the receptionist and paid, and I felt a pang of guilt hit me but at least I wasn't that broke.
"Yeah it's my brother's party today," I heard the same woman say to the hairdresser. My heart raced.
Was she Zaina, Zaid's sister? I could see a bit of resemblance in the eyes, but nothing else. I realized I was going to meet Zaid's family today, well not as Zaid's friend, but we were still figuring out how I was going to be introduced.
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"La7'6a makhala9t," I told my mom as I slipped into my dress. I didn't know how he knew my size but it fit like a glove.
I couldn't believe my own reflection...
My maroon dress was plain and simple with long sleeves and reached just below the knees as it complimented my figure. My makeup was smokey and dark, to match my dress. I wore my mother's silver necklace and earrings and of course Zaid's Cartier bracelet. I slipped on a pair of heels and admired my hair in the mirror; I've never looked better.
"Shrayich?" I asked my mom as I opened the door. My mother put a hand to her lips as she admired me and smiled so brightly.
"Yuma yallah 3ad shda3wa!" I told her as I laughed. I knew I looked good but not that good.
"Kubartay mashallah," she could only say as she gave me a hug, and I gladly hugged her back.
"Yallah khan awa9lich," I'd told her I was invited to Al-M's dinner party mn 6araf "ikhta", and my mother ishta6at illa taby itshouf the party 7ta lo mn b3eed li2ana according to her their parties "shay ma 9ar wala istuwa". I didn't find that hard to believe.
I wondered if she connected the chalet with today's party since Lulu had told her I was at Al-M's chalet and I was now going to Al-M's party. I didn't know and I hoped not.
We got in the car as my mother looked around for the house. I'd tell her where it was but I didn't want to get into trouble. My stomach was twisting around and I felt so nervous I had no idea why.
On my way.
I texted him.
Oh and my mother's dropping me off.
I added, in case he'd wait for me at the drop off or something.
It was easy to locate the house since the lighting stood out probably two blocks away, and I was getting excited.
We reached the house, which was adorned in lights, flowers, and decorations, that I wondered what the actual wedding would be like. Probably out of this world.
"Mashallah tabarak ilra7man," she said as she looked at the house. I smiled.
"A9awerlich mn dakhel," I told her with a wink. She nearly jumped up in glee.
"Amurich 3ala il12?" she asked. I really felt like Cinderella.
"Inshallah," I said. I looked at my watch; 9:30. I did have time to hang out with him.
I kissed my mom goodbye before leaving the car to head to the party, and the doorman opened the gates of the house as soon as I showed him my invitation. I was greeted by a large garden filled with people all dressed up. I took a deep breath and stepped inside.
I spent nearly the whole day at the salon and got a mani/pedi, nail polish on hands and feet, a hair treatment, a facial, and now I was getting my hair done for tonight's party. I probably blew up half my college i3ana on today but I felt like it; I wanted to feel beautiful today to match the beautiful dress Zaid had given me.
"Hala yuma," I said through the phone.
"Ha mta btrideen ma khala9tay?" she asked.
"La wallah bas shway oo akhal9 l2ana ga3da asawe sha3ri," I replied.
"Oo kl hal muda shkntay etsaween?" she asked, suddently worried. I recalled the list. Was she still skeptical of me from what Lulu had told her?
"Yallah mu ita2akhirain," she told me before hanging up.
I watched the hairdresser do my hair, and I was surprised she didn't give up as I changed my mind every five seconds. I really wanted this to be perfect.
About twenty minutes later after much decision making and last minute changes, I was finally satisfied with my hairdo, which was a really pretty low bun with braids that went around my head, I didn't think it would work but I loved it. I thought it would be perfect with my dress.
"Mashallah iyanin," the woman in her late twenties, early thirties said, with a smile. She was pretty herself, she had a really gorgeous shade of brown hair that was being styled in a low bun.
"Mashkoura," I could only manage with a smile.
I went back to the receptionist and paid, and I felt a pang of guilt hit me but at least I wasn't that broke.
"Yeah it's my brother's party today," I heard the same woman say to the hairdresser. My heart raced.
Was she Zaina, Zaid's sister? I could see a bit of resemblance in the eyes, but nothing else. I realized I was going to meet Zaid's family today, well not as Zaid's friend, but we were still figuring out how I was going to be introduced.
/
"La7'6a makhala9t," I told my mom as I slipped into my dress. I didn't know how he knew my size but it fit like a glove.
I couldn't believe my own reflection...
My maroon dress was plain and simple with long sleeves and reached just below the knees as it complimented my figure. My makeup was smokey and dark, to match my dress. I wore my mother's silver necklace and earrings and of course Zaid's Cartier bracelet. I slipped on a pair of heels and admired my hair in the mirror; I've never looked better.
"Shrayich?" I asked my mom as I opened the door. My mother put a hand to her lips as she admired me and smiled so brightly.
"Yuma yallah 3ad shda3wa!" I told her as I laughed. I knew I looked good but not that good.
"Kubartay mashallah," she could only say as she gave me a hug, and I gladly hugged her back.
"Yallah khan awa9lich," I'd told her I was invited to Al-M's dinner party mn 6araf "ikhta", and my mother ishta6at illa taby itshouf the party 7ta lo mn b3eed li2ana according to her their parties "shay ma 9ar wala istuwa". I didn't find that hard to believe.
I wondered if she connected the chalet with today's party since Lulu had told her I was at Al-M's chalet and I was now going to Al-M's party. I didn't know and I hoped not.
We got in the car as my mother looked around for the house. I'd tell her where it was but I didn't want to get into trouble. My stomach was twisting around and I felt so nervous I had no idea why.
On my way.
I texted him.
Oh and my mother's dropping me off.
I added, in case he'd wait for me at the drop off or something.
It was easy to locate the house since the lighting stood out probably two blocks away, and I was getting excited.
We reached the house, which was adorned in lights, flowers, and decorations, that I wondered what the actual wedding would be like. Probably out of this world.
"Mashallah tabarak ilra7man," she said as she looked at the house. I smiled.
"A9awerlich mn dakhel," I told her with a wink. She nearly jumped up in glee.
"Amurich 3ala il12?" she asked. I really felt like Cinderella.
"Inshallah," I said. I looked at my watch; 9:30. I did have time to hang out with him.
I kissed my mom goodbye before leaving the car to head to the party, and the doorman opened the gates of the house as soon as I showed him my invitation. I was greeted by a large garden filled with people all dressed up. I took a deep breath and stepped inside.
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Dedicated to Maha :*
Dedicated to Maha :*
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Maraaaa 777loooo❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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It's definitely a longer post inshallah! :*
DeleteThank you thank you THANK YOU for the dedication, it's so sweet of you wallah. You definitely made my day!!!
ReplyDeleteAs a reader i really appreciate the time, effort, and commitment you're putting into the story. You're getting us more and more attached to the characters day after day.
I love the relationship that's between them. I love the fact that it's so pure and mature.
They both understand each other, care about each other. Even though they didn't express their feeling verbally, but actions definitely speak louder than words here!
You just gave us a new way to define love that not everyone writes about, and thank you for that!
I can't wait to read the rest of the story Enshallah ;*
Allah ya36eech alf alf el3afeya ❤️
-Maha
Aww it's the least I can do, Maha! :*
DeleteAnd thank you so so much for your comment, I really appreciate it and it definitely made my day! Allah y3afeeech, and can't wait to read more of your supportive comments!
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