It All Started With A Proposal

Chapter Three: Wedding Planning And Reunions

Oh Allah I hope I made the right choice, I mentally prayed. For the next hour and a half we just talked and talked about anything and everything. He told me about the places he travelled to and the people he met. I also told him about how I'm studying to become a nurse and how college was going. It actually felt really nice knowing that when I talked, someone was actually listening. Now I have a gut feeling that I did make the right choice.

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1 week later

What did I get myself into? I never knew how stressful wedding planning was, especially in such a short amount of time. Now here I am sitting in the dining room with Grams picking out Sarees for the wedding. Isa is coming back tomorrow so Abdirahman and I have to pick him up from the airport around the time both Baba and Grams leave for work.

Oh god my head is starting to spin.

"What do you think of this?" Grams showed me a beige colored Saree. I continued to look at pictures of it, it's pretty Mashallah. "I like it." I replied as I stared at the beautiful Saree. Grams let out a sigh and looked at me in the eyes.

"Habibty be honest with me. Do you really like this boy?" She asked, concern evident in her eyes. "I do like him Grams." I said honestly. No matter how much I'm mad at him I still can't stop how I feel. For those two years that he has been gone everyday I'd imagine him walking through the front door. And the words I'm back for you would escape his lips.

I gave up after a year of calling and texting him. But now he is back and he wants to get married. He's changed for the better and so have I. We're both ready for this kind of commitment. Grams studied me for a second before nodding her head. "You love him." She said matter-of-factly.

"Yes but not as much as I love you." I got up and kissed her forehead before walking to my room. I can't believe after a couple of months this won't be my room anymore. Everything is going to change...

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I tapped my foot nervously as Abdi and I waited for Isa's arrival. Looking at my phone to see the time, I noticed it was 3pm already. He said he'd be landing around 2 o'clock yet I can't help but wonder what's taking so long. "He's coming so calm down Zam. With all of that pacing you're doing you're going to drill a whole into the ground." Abdirahman let out an exasperated sigh.

"Whoa someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. What's up?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah right."

He's been acting like this ever since I stepped inside his car and I can't help but wonder why. I mean usually he'd be happy and say salam but today he didn't say anything at all. At first I thought he was just having a bad day but I know it's not that anymore. He's mad at me for some reason.

"Fine," He turned to me with fury in his eyes. "You want to know why I'm mad? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you didn't tell me you accepted his proposal? The guy left for two years and didn't say anything to you! And now he's back all of the sudden and he's asking for your hand." He stopped talking for a second. "You know what? I don't want to get into this."

"I'm sorry but last time I checked I'm not 17 anymore! I'm old enough to make my own decisions and me accepting his proposal is one of them! I respect you Abdi, I really do but you need to stop babying me." I finished, turning away from him. Just then I saw Isa walking towards us from the distance. Before we could even approach Isa a crowd started to surround him.