The only thing he repeatedly told me was to feel at home, to feel free. My heart throbbed and shakily I said, “Yes.” Then we played all the games we were supposed to, he finding his name on my mehendi-designed hand and us drinking milk from the same glass. This question shifted my adrenaline to the sixth gear. This gave him some confidence and he asked me if I could be his forever. If the night went on like this, I would never get to sleep. Plus, if I didn’t remove my earring, my ears would bleed. He was nervous, I could tell it right away but so was I. “ Zaid was sweating profusely although the air conditioner was kept at a low temperature. My mom had instructed me, “He will be your husband. I was in a room with a stranger, elder to me by 9 years and I had no idea what I was supposed to do. He locked the door and came to sit beside me.
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I heard a slight knock on the door that was left slightly ajar and my skin crawled.” I wanted to go back home, back to the comfortable life I’ve come to love. It all seemed so intimidating and strange. There will no longer be my mom to make my breakfast. I wouldn’t be seeing my mother, my brother and sisters every day.
This is where I will live my life and give birth to my children. Now this would be my home for the rest of my life. I was sitting at the edge of an unknown huge bed, unlike the smaller one which I slept on back home. “ It was 2am when my sister-in-law took me to Zaid’s bedroom. I wanted to get rid of my clothes and jewellery,” says Aalia. After my nikah and after the marriage procession was complete, I was exhausted. My lehenga was so heavy I could not walk in it without someone holding me and heavy gold ornaments dangled from my neck, hands and ears. “ Time passed quickly and the day of my marriage arrived.
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