TWO posts in ONE day!!!!!! This calls for a celebration…what y’all say? I realise I should have added this post onto the last one…made it longer and just one post. But these words only flowed after I had published the last post so here we have it…all those requests for bonus posts fulfilled😉
Enjoy and drop me your feedbacks xxx
“Let’s see,” mum consulted her diary, her forehead scrunched, “we have a dawat to attend tomorrow, then the dress fitting to go for after that, another dawat on Friday and a braai dawat on Saturday. Oh and Naseema wants to take us to Knysna on Sunday because her brother and his wife have given us lunch dawat.”
“Why so many dawats already?” I asked, frowning, “I thought dawats are supposed to be AFTER the wedding, not before. Do we prepare for the wedding now or keep going for dawats?”
“Ey, I don’t know!” Mum sighed, “I tried to explain to Naseema but she said everyone is so eager to meet you and make your acquaintance that she couldn’t say no. But I told her that next week is the wedding week so we won’t be accepting any dawats.”
“Yeah, good. Next week will be too hectic anyways, even without going for dawats.”
With nine days to go before the wedding I felt like my nerves were stretched to breaking point. Madrassah had started this week so I didn’t get much time to do anything else. I wished mum would just cancel all the dawats but she couldn’t do that without creating issues, I guess. What made things more stressful were that, no matter how simple Tariq might be…and I didn’t know for sure how simple he also was…his family wasn’t as simple. I hadn’t realised till now just how well known and well connected the Kadwas were. Everywhere I went I was sure to bump into someone who would congratulate us and tell us how lucky we were to have bagged such a wonderful proposal.
“You got the man everyone was holding out for, ma. Count yourself very lucky,” one aunt told me. I had smiled politely and agreed with her but inwardly I cringed at all the extra, unwanted attention that was being heaped on me. I could only hope things died down after the wedding.
Because of all that and seeing how well dressed Aunt Naseema, Sameera and Tariq’s aunts always were, it put an additional pressure on me to meet their standards. I wasn’t a hobo but compared to them I felt very outdated and simple. I had casually asked Sameera if Tariq was simple or would he like his wife to dress up and all. His reply, through her, was that in the house he wanted me to be a supermodel. My eyes widened before I could control my reaction then I composed myself and thanked a giggling Sameera. So that meant additional shopping…and more advice from my married cousins.
“What does being a supermodel entail?” I asked Raeesa, one of my married cousins. I told her what Sameera had told me and she burst out laughing.
“That means he wants you to be a bomb in the house. You’ll need to buy those kind of clothes,” she winked at me.
“Do you mind accompanying me to the mall one of these days?” I asked, my cheeks burning. I wasn’t clueless of course. I knew what kind of clothes we were talking about but I had always worn decent clothes because of always being around dad and Adnaan. And Adnaan was so simple that Sumaya didn’t really dress up that much. Her clothes were more casual and comfy. Raeesa, on the other hand, was a fashionista so she would be able to help me out more.
That Saturday Raeesa came to pick me up nice and early. Amira and Aliyah were with her, already giggling away in the backseat.
“You’ll didn’t have to come along,” I told them, “Rae was more than enough for me.”
“We wouldn’t miss this trip for anything!” Amira declared and they started laughing again. I rolled my eyes and put on my seatbelt.
That trip opened my eyes to a whole new dimension of shopping. Raeesa chose outfits for me that would have made me blush and run in the opposite direction before. I stared at myself slack-jawed in the dressing room mirror, already blushing at the revealing clothes. Miniskirts, halter tops, short, sleeveless dresses…… But he was going to be my husband and if he liked me to dress this way then I would do it for him. And it wasn’t like there would be anyone else staying with us so I’d be able to be free.
Outwardly, I firmly intended, I’d still be simple. Half of Tariq’s huge family didn’t wear abayas and the other half who wore them wore the flashy, bling ones. I preferred simpler ones, because the whole purpose of wearing abaya and niqab was to detract attention from oneself. Tariq’s mum and sister were in full purdah at least so I didn’t feel out of place, just a simpleton but I didn’t want to change myself for them so the new abayas I bought were the style I liked and preferred.
The other dawats we were invited to were small compared to the braai dawat on Saturday. It seemed like the whole of their connections in PE and surrounding areas had turned out for it. There were easily over a hundred people in the mansion owned by Tariq’s chacha. Luckily I had Han by my side and we spotted Sameera among the crowd so we made our way over to sit by her.
“You’d think this is the walima, with so many people around,” I whispered to Sameera.
She laughed. “This is nothing. My family loves these gatherings, we have them almost every month infact. This isn’t even quarter of the people invited for the walima.”
My mind reeled at this piece of information. It looked like I would be doing quite a bit of entertaining after marriage.
“Does everyone take turns at hosting these dawats?” I asked her.
“Yeah, kind of. Everyone just gives as they feel like, I guess. But don’t worry, only the seniors host at their houses,” she added, probably seeing my expression, “you will probably only have to bring one dish at each dawat.”
“I see,” I smiled at her.
The braai was a lavish affair with many different kinds of savouries and starters, followed by different kinds of meats as the main meal and ending with at least five types of desserts. I was stuffed by the end of it all. I sat with Sameera and Han for a while before Aunt Naseema came to take me away and introduce me to the ladies present. I stood by her side making salaam to each woman as I was introduced to her, the many family relations and connections flying over my head. Aunt Naseema must have noticed because as she drew me away again she smiled at me kindly.
“Don’t worry, ma, you’ll soon get to know everyone around. Right now it must be a bit much for you.”
“Yes, all the names and faces are jumbled up in my head,” I admitted and she laughed.
“They all know you now and they like you. We’re lucky to have you joining us soon, Fazila,” she smiled at me and I impulsively gave this lovely woman a hug. I just knew that we were going to get along famously even after marriage.
The next day Aunt Naseema and Uncle Yunus took us to Knysna where we met another branch of the family, the Ravats this time. Aunt Naseema’s brother and family. This dawat was a small affair and I found myself chatting amiably to the women present, making new acquaintances and enjoying the delicious food they had prepared. Nonetheless I was happy to be back home and know that the dawats were over for now.
Now onto the wedding week…
62 responses to “Part 169”
Yayy!
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Jazaakillaah khair for the bonus post, truly appreciated💞
Poor Fazila is in for a big shock of a lifetime with all the entertaining that she will have to do, also the dressing up.
Sister I love how you brought up the manner of pleasing the husband and seeing to his wishes especially when being at home and then covering up when leaving or in front of other people.
Can’t wait for the wedding week and all the drama that goes with it…😉😋
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Ameen thumma ameen❤ shukran for the comment ukhti😘
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Didn’t see this post coming my way!
I wonder how Faz us going to fit into Tariqs family…
Loved the post ♥
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Shukran ukhti😘
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Shooh…i’m running
Too fancy family for me 🙈
All the best to Faz
Lol
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Haha I’d also be running in the opposite direction🙈
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Wasn’t expecting this… Its an awesome awesome surprise. Nice to know that there’s still a some authors out there who don’t disappoint…
Unlike someone I know #looksawayguiltily…
Well, Faz seems to be coping remarkably well alhamdulillah. And she so far doesn’t seem to have much expectations which is really good.. Because shattered expectations can lead to a shattered marriage
Awesome post as always
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Haha yeah you can learn from the best *ahem* 😇
True words👍❤
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#staresinhorrorasyourhijabpinpopsoutandhijabloosens
What on earth… Oh!!
It’s because your heads gone too big…
Kidding 👅👅
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It’s because my genius brain can’t fit in my head anymore😌
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👏👏nice comeback!
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Thank you😌
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I did to be honest… I posted two post that day after your second post…. After soooo long
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I know,I saw them..still have to read them though..infact I’m behind on all the blogs🙈 I only come on wordpress to publish my own blog
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Yay thanks for the awesome bonus post…you made my day dear…I felt so shy to attend all the fancy dawat after marriage and here we have bravo faz going along before she even married tariq.
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I’m glad I did😊
Yeah man,I’d be so awkward!🙈
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When I got to the part about her soon to be mil taking her and introducing her to everyone i was so nervous! I thought aunty nilofer will also be a guest at the braai and she will talk to faz oblivious of what faz will be going thru if she sees aunty nilofer….especially so soon after letting go and moving on
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I also had the same fear lol
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Haha that didn’t happen though,shukr!😁
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You’re a legend. You broke my heart… But you’re a legend 😉
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Thank you, thank you *takes a bow*
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Jazakillaah for the post🤗
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Ameen thumma ameen❤
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YAY! JazakAllah Khair for the bonus ♥️ I loved it and learnt a lot too. Looks like Faz has some things to get used to
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Ameen thumma ameen❤
Yeah she will have to…
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Wow! 2 posts in one day.. jazakallah khair for making our day..
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Ameen thumma ameen😘❤
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Cant wait for the wedding post…
love this post…
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Shukran ukhti😘❤
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Yippeee💐💐💐💐
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❤💐💐
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Yay only a few days left to go faz, feeling nervous for the wedding day.
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Lol 😁
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Please give us ahmeds pov
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…or please just give us Ahmed 😁 hehe
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Pleeeeeeease
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Haha catch a flight to pakistan😂
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Soon inshaAllah, when the time is right❤
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jazakallah so much.🎉💕🙌
I think that she’s a very strong person so she can hold her own ground when it comes to differences. 🙏
just reading the comment section makes me laugh so much because every person scrutinises every angle of every word to the point where every one of us all can qualify as Faz’s personal shrinks. 😂😂😂
(btw I used the word ‘every’ four times…….🙈)
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I dont know why it came as ‘z’ but its still me 🙂
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Haha yeah man..the comments make for an entertaining read😂😁
Ameen thumma ameen❤
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Can’t wait for tomorrow.. wish today was Thursday..
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Lol not long to go!😊
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52 mins till Thursday begins… 😂
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Haha for you! Over here it’s still 10.30 p.m😁
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Thank you, thank you *takes a bow*
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It’s not even 10.00 p.m here yet.. but wouldn’t mind an early post would make my day.. was wondering where you were because there was no reply from you on the comments..
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Lol that would hav been a post on wed instead of thurs. Then you’ll would have bugged me for a bonus post cause monday would seem too far away😂
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would be nice if you could post a list of blogs you follow😘😘
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Go to my blog http://www.thoughtsintowords17.wordpress.com I’ve listed the blogs I follow on the web page
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Excited for the wedding week but missing Ahmed! Are Nana n Nani coming for the wedding??
Eagerly waiting for the next post!!!!
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Hope they come, I’m missing the oldies
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Post is up!
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And her London friends too!
Please send a list of other blogs to read ☺️
Lovely post as always 👌🏽❤️
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Go to my blog http://www.thoughtsintowords17.wordpress.com I’ve listed the blogs I follow on the web page
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Waiting for the new post….😉💞
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It’s up!
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Anxiously awaiting the wedding week post. . That’s why taking so long I guess. . .
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It’s up now
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Hope its as long as the wait..
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It definitely is!😂 go check it out
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