The next morning, a simple mehendi ceremony was held; a smaller, more intimate tradition. Fathima looked beautiful in her special outfit, standing out as the center of attention. Anisa wore her maroon abaya. The day passed quickly in a blur of color and laughter. 🎇
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The following dawn, light crept softly into the garden and the house.
This wasn't a hotel ballroom,but a simple home. 🌄
There was no loud music,no fanfare. Anisa wore her peach-colored outfit.
The bride was in white,standing beside her mother. 👰🏻
This wasn't a day of lavish display.
It was a day when two words changed two lives.
The groom's side sat quietly.
Even the groom(a doctor by profession, while Fathima was a teacher) was dressed simply. 🤵🏻
This wasn't a grand spectacle,but a dignified solemnity.
The Imam stepped forward.
The Nikah contract was ready.
The bride remained inside the house.
She was not brought directly before the groom. 🧡
The Imam,or a trusted representative, went to her.
"Do you consent to this marriage of your own free will?"
As she had before,
softly,
she said,"Yes." ☺
Then,the same question was put to the groom.
He,too, agreed. 😎
The Imam recited the Nikah in a gentle voice.
The amount of theMahr was stated.
The two witnesses signed.
In that moment,
without the noise of a celebration,
without a camera's flash,
two lives were joined,legally and in the sight of God.
It ended with prayer. 🤲
Everyone present whispered,"Ameen."
Legally, the marriage was complete. But a few more joyful rituals still remained... 🤟