Back

Son’s marriage happened rather un- expectedly. We were thinking it will be sometime in coming September. Whatever God Wills– it happens. So it was earlier. Son reached Peshawer, at three on the day his marriage was arranged. I had to arrange for everything in a hurry – the marriage itself, car decoration, the sweets to be distributed after the Nikah ceremony, and then the Walima itself which is a second day extension of the marriage celebrations.

The first day expenses were born by the bride’s parents, and second day’s expense was mine. Thankfully everything went smoothly. Both days the functions were held at daylight hours. The second day it was continuous rain.

Son extended his leave to spend time with his bride, whereas I returned to New Bedford alone, and promptly fell sick. Nola (daughter) arrived yesterday to take care of me, and showed me to the doctor, and got me the necessary medication. I’m leaving with Nola for Boston tomorrow Insha’Allah, and then onward to Dallas for a three weeks stay before coming back to New Bedford again.

Error

This video doesn’t exist

The bride reaches the marriage hall in a Doli. Her brother (the boy in specs) is one of the carriers. Masha’Allah!

October

Everyone has an important month in their life. Mine is October. My wedding happened in it. Nobody planned it that way. My late husband was in a different part of our country. He could only get fifteen days leave, and so whatever date he said he was available for the marriage ceremony, it became the due date.

Another coincidence. My daughter had her Nikah ceremony in the last week of October. We wanted laughter, and gaiety in our midst, and so we made it happen, although her actual wedding date was four years later on. Both she, and her would be husband were students.

My late husband’s date of birth was twenty sixth of October. He graduated from PMA as an army officer on eighteenth of the month. Every year we celebrated the event by getting together for a sumptuous dinner with fellow graduates, and their families. The tradition stopped with his death, as I couldn’t bear to go alone.

One of the saddest thing in my life happened this month too. I lost my mother as a five years old child. She died of a stroke on fifteenth of October. She was twenty eight. There is nothing sadder than children losing their mother when they are too young, and can’t take care of themselves on their own. The world is a cruel place,

Guess what? The planet 🌏 earth became my abode when I was born in the last week of this same month. I can say October belongs to me.

Unfulfilled Dreams

Farida was an orphan, living with her brother, and his wife. From morning to night, she remained busy with the house chores, and the looking after her small nephew. She was the one who had to look after the baby while her sister-in-law had her un-interrupted sleep at night.

She was betrothed to her uncle’s son Hanif, who had migrated to the US, years before. How the chap was persuaded to come for marriage, that’s another story.

Finally the day of her marriage came. The few people who constituted her marriage party were her brother, sister-in-law, the groom, and his parents. After the Nikah ceremony the bride, and the groom spent their wedding night in a hotel.

After a ten days stay, the groom went back leaving his wife with his parents. Time passed slowly for Farida. Her mother-in-law made her work from morning till night. Her marriage had only changed her place of work. She was an unpaid servant in her uncle’s home.

Meanwhile her letters to her husband remained unanswered.

Farida decided to go, and be with her husband. There was the question of airfare. She sold her share of property for a meager sum to her brother.

There was no one waiting for her at JFK. Her fellow travelers (a husband, and wife) felt sorry for her predicament, and asked her to leave with them. She was torn in two — which step to take? Remain at the airport, or go with them. She decided to trust them, and left with them.

The couple located Hanif, and asked him to come, and get his wife. Once inside her husband’s apartment, Farida got brutal slaps, and kicks as her welcome. She was told that he hadn’t ask her to come, and she had to leave the next day. He was afraid if his American wife found out about his second marriage he would have hell to pay.

The next day she was put on the plane to go back the way she had come.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/leftovers-sandwich/
http://wp.me/p23sd-ofZ