AMAL
The next few days pass in a blur. It’s ‘the day’ today and my heart just won’t listen to me and calm down. It’s beating in my ribcage like a horse trotting.
I wear my usual clothing except for the black abaya which is replaced by a sky blue one. I check my reflection in the mirror, look my fill at my face and then tie the niqab the way I do.
It was decided that the nikah would take place in the mosque that’s some feet away from this house. So, while Aahil would sign the papers in over there, I will just do them downstairs where all the women are gathered.
As I descend the stairs, I hear the chitter chatter going on in the drawing room. I don’t want to go in there because that would just make this so much more real.
Still, I peek through the towed door, swallow, push my fear do
