MADE FOR EACH OTHER novel Chapter 22

DUA'S POV:

I offered the fajar salah(before dusk). Life have been chaos recently but we must never ever forget to offer salah.

I got up and folded the prayer mat. Anam's little panda was awake. Watching my every move while holding his milk bottle with his hands and his left leg and drinking his milk. Wired kid of a wired mom. Anam was sleeping beside like from next a tax would be charged for sleeping.

To me sleep and my peace are out there places. I didn't sleep well yesterday not today and Allah knows what it would be tomorrow.

I took a deep breath I knew these day is gonna be quite long. 'After all it's d- day' my inner subconscious said it to me. I made my way towards the closest. I picked up the little folder bag carefully like it's an holy thing. I sat in the corner of the bed with the folder on my lap. I opened it carefully and slowly. It's one of the last sign of my mother. Her wedding saree. I ranked my fingers on the fabric my. Feeling it. It was an white plain saree nothing amazing in it apart from that it's my ammi's. Tears piled up in my eyes asking permission to roll down. I clutched the fabric to my chest as I closed my eyes making all the tears to slide down. How happy my ammi would have been seeing me getting married. I don't know how she would have reacted. "Ya Allah. Make my ammi one of the jannati." I whispered. I kept the fabric back on my lap taking it in last time before I keep it. I was closing the zip of the folder when the panda came to me walking on his knees and hand.

He looked at me with amusement in his eyes. These panda is adorable. I got up and placed back the saree to it's place. I came back and picked  this panda you know when I say this panda is adorable he is heavy too.

"What your mum feeds you." I asked him. In response he made a weird sound "oooww" like something.

I laughed and took him down with me.

The hall was empty down. The fairy lights didn't looked that pleasant as they looked at night. Indeed the decorations were amazing one could easily have nikha in here but armaan wanted it to have in masjid. No one minded that. A nearby masjid was selected for the nikha as it's close to our house so the bride aka me would easily get there.

I climbed down the steps with panda in my hands he must be a year old may be.

I went to the kitchen no doubt bua was awakened and all active. She was on phone with someone and giving orders to them.I made my way in sharina khala(aunt), Musafa  chachi(aunt), asma didi(sister) and khalajan(aunt). They were all sitting and having tea. Though we didn't meet often like very hardly but I am happy to see them. Even though they could have showned up at directly nikha (wedding) or walima (reception) but they all came week's before.

I said saalam to them they all replied.

"All set for the day." Asma didi asked me. They all laughed when I responded negative in my answer. I placed panda on the kitchen nook. Talking to them. They giving me advice and soothing words. Though it didn't calmed me down.

Bua gave me tea in a cup. We  were chatting in the kitchen. Slowly the number of people increased and I made a rescue to my room. Anam was a quiet entertaining person whom you would take if you had to be on island for rest of your life. So it was easy to survive in room for long.

"Dua show me your hands. Let me see your mehndi." Saba said pulling my hands and examining it.

"Masha Allah. Seems like someone is lucky" saba said wiggling her eyebrows at me. This girl Allah.

"Dua the beautician and the hijab artist are here." Asma didi yelled Coming in with two ladies inside. Followed by anam and her panda.

"Asma didi. I'll be here. You please go and handle farhana massi I couldn't take that lady in." Anam said. We all laughed at her. Farhana massi is our family member and a wedding organizer. She is an hard women to handle.

"Okay. Fine." Asma didi said pulling panda's cheeks.

"Okay guy's let's create a wealth out waste." Saba said pulling me in front of mirror.

"Shut up." I yelled at them. Poor me.

I didn't wanted to apply any make up not on nikha day but may be on walima so but the beautician got masks of various kinds. Like charcoal, coffee and rose. I choose the rose one. It might took two hours but it felt like infinity to me. I was all cramped up after it.

"Hey dua why don't you apply nail paint it would look awesome." Saba said. I glared at her. Was she for real asking this. I might have applied it once or twice when I was in fifth grade or something.

Saba raised her hands up in defense. I shook my head at her.

"Ladies farhana massi said we have to be there before 11. It was 9:45 now so hurry up." Asma didi came and said.

"Please hurry up guys. And you both" asma didi said pointing to saba and anam " be ready. You are going in same car as bride. Anam be mature. I have to go and see the caterer they ain't picking the call. Uff. Dua don't stress up and why haven't you dressed up." She said looking at me "Ya Allah. Wait I'll call someone to. No the beautician are here. Right. Guy's please hurry up now." She was in complete chaos.

"Well. Let's hurry up then." Anam yelled.

The beautician made me wore the saree. I know how to wear it but she seems expert in it.

"Saba carry these bag with you. It has the dupatta in it. We will spread when we reach the masjid." Anam said to saba who was busy as the hijab artist was setting the hijab on her head.

"Ma'am. If you're finished with saree let me tie the hijab I have other orders too." The hijab artist said.

"Okay. Dua let her do her work. Then. I'll see when the we have to go" anam said and left. She didn't took, so he began crying so anam took him with her.

I sat on the chair and then the hijab artist began her work.

I looked at the clock it was 10 past 20 minutes. And my anxiety level was high. My hands were shaking constantly. It was making me worried. I began to recite Darood sharif.

I was sitting alone on the bed anam was down and saba told me she wanted to use washroom.

Suddenly anam came in the room with panda on her and his milk bottle. She scared me though.

"Did the car arrived?" I asked anam.

"Yes. It did but some of the relatives arrived here in the taxi when they were supposed to be coming directly to the masjid. So you'r car was last moments used to drop them. But I'll come back soon. Don't worry." She said looking at me.

"Okay" was only thing came out.

"Anam" I called her. She was sitting on bed feeding panda with the milk bottle.

"Yes." She said not looking at me.

"Jazak Allah." She looked at me but I continued. " you know I thought no one would come to attend my wedding but you all came. I don't what I would have without you all. I would end up eloping" I said.

"Dua. Why wouldn't we attend your wedding. Are you mad." Anam said.