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Bridegroom to the Rescue

On my last visit to Peshawar, I never had the inkling that I will be arranging Son’s marriage in a few short days. On the day of his marriage I had to go early in the morning to the shops to get the gift boxes of sweet meat, and have my car decked out in flowers for the coming nuptials, while Son was still sleeping. He had arrived at three during the night after a long flight from Boston. The orchids above are those few ones I retained, after removing the rest from the car after the wedding.

After getting back home, I changed into the clothes I had bought for the wedding, and soon Son, and I were ready to be on our way to Charsadda where the wedding was going to take place. Midway we saw the stranded car of the bride on the roadside. Our bride was waiting for her father to send her another car. We waited with her for quite a long time. I asked her to come along with us, but she was hesitant in accepting our offer. I phoned her father, and asked for his permission, which he readily gave, saying she was already ours, and it didn’t matter whether she came in our car before her marriage.

It must have been a first time that a bride, and bridegroom arrived at a wedding venue together. Her brother was waiting, and he hurriedly whisked her away before it could be known that she had come with us.

Tattoo–You?

No, I don’t have a tattoo, and I don’t like them either. I dislike them all together. They are a monstrosity done to a human’s skin. 

I feel people shouldn’t disfigure their skins with tattoos, and shouldn’t have them. That’s my view, and you are welcome to your own views. You are perfectly right if you want a tattoo emblazoned on your skin.

I do like henna designs done on hands though. When my (late) husband was alive, I would get a henna cone from the market. The henna cones adorn every stall and cart when the Eid days are near. I always did it on my left hand, either on the palm, or on the back of my hand. It looked so pretty. The design would be gone in a week, and I would love it, while it lasted.

   
 
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In my culture, when a girl is getting married, she has to have henna (mehndi) on her hands and feet. A bride’s getup is not complete without henna.

  
The evening before the wedding day the Mehndi (henna) ceremony is held. It’s a ladies function. The bridegroom’s mother, sisters, aunts, cousins, and friends arrive to put mehndi on the bride’s hands. They don’t actually make the designs on her hands. That’s done later by an expert when the guests go away. 

A leaf, or a tissue is put on the bride’s palm, so as not to mar her hands with the red color of mehndi. The guests in turn approach her, beginning with the bridegroom’s mother. They put a small bit of mehndi on her palm. It’s just symbolic. 

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Tattoo….You?

Do you have a tattoo? If so, what’s the story behind your ink? If you don’t have a tattoo, what might you consider getting emblazoned on you skin?