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. š
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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. š
There was no loud music,no fanfare. Anisa wore her peach-colored outfit.
The bride was in white,standing beside her mother. š°š»
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. š¤µš»
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. š§”
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." āŗ
Then,the same question was put to the groom.
He,too, agreed. š
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. š¤²
Everyone present whispered,"Ameen."
Legally, the marriage was complete. But a few more joyful rituals still remained... š¤