MADE FOR EACH OTHER

DUA'S POV:

I offered the fajar salah(before dusk). Life have been chaos recently but we must never ever forget to offer salah.

I got up and folded the prayer mat. Anam's little panda was awake. Watching my every move while holding his milk bottle with his hands and his left leg and drinking his milk. Wired kid of a wired mom. Anam was sleeping beside like from next a tax would be charged for sleeping.

To me sleep and my peace are out there places. I didn't sleep well yesterday not today and Allah knows what it would be tomorrow.

I took a deep breath I knew these day is gonna be quite long. 'After all it's d- day' my inner subconscious said it to me. I made my way towards the closest. I picked up the little folder bag carefully like it's an holy thing. I sat in the corner of the bed with the folder on my lap. I opened it carefully and slowly. It's one of the last sign of my mother. Her wedding saree. I ranked my fingers on the fabric my. Feeling it. It was an white plain saree nothing amazing in it apart from that it's my ammi's. Tears piled up in my eyes asking permission to roll down. I clutched the fabric to my chest as I closed my eyes making all the tears to slide down. How happy my ammi would have been seeing me getting married. I don't know how she would have reacted. "Ya Allah. Make my ammi one of the jannati." I whispered. I kept the fabric back on my lap taking it in last time before I keep it. I was closing the zip of the folder when the panda came to me walking on his knees and hand.

He looked at me with amusement in his eyes. These panda is adorable. I got up and placed back the saree to it's place. I came back and picked  this panda you know when I say this panda is adorable he is heavy too.

"What your mum feeds you." I asked him. In response he made a weird sound "oooww" like something.

I laughed and took him down with me.

The hall was empty down. The fairy lights didn't looked that pleasant as they looked at night. Indeed the decorations were amazing one could easily have nikha in here but armaan wanted it to have in masjid. No one minded that. A nearby masjid was selected for the nikha as it's close to our house so the bride aka me would easily get there.

I climbed down the steps with panda in my hands he must be a year old may be.

I went to the kitchen no doubt bua was awakened and all active. She was on phone with someone and giving orders to them.I made my way in sharina khala(aunt), Musafa  chachi(aunt), asma didi(sister) and khalajan(aunt). They were all sitting and having tea. Though we didn't meet often like very hardly but I am happy to see them. Even though they could have showned up at directly nikha (wedding) or walima (reception) but they all came week's before.

I said saalam to them they all replied.

"All set for the day." Asma didi asked me. They all laughed when I responded negative in my answer. I placed panda on the kitchen nook. Talking to them. They giving me advice and soothing words. Though it didn't calmed me down.

Bua gave me tea in a cup. We  were chatting in the kitchen. Slowly the number of people increased and I made a rescue to my room. Anam was a quiet entertaining person whom you would take if you had to be on island for rest of your life. So it was easy to survive in room for long.

"Dua show me your hands. Let me see your mehndi." Saba said pulling my hands and examining it.

"Masha Allah. Seems like someone is lucky" saba said wiggling her eyebrows at me. This girl Allah.

"Dua the beautician and the hijab artist are here." Asma didi yelled Coming in with two ladies inside. Followed by anam and her panda.

"Asma didi. I'll be here. You please go and handle farhana massi I couldn't take that lady in." Anam said. We all laughed at her. Farhana massi is our family member and a wedding organizer. She is an hard women to handle.

"Okay. Fine." Asma didi said pulling panda's cheeks.

"Okay guy's let's create a wealth out waste." Saba said pulling me in front of mirror.

"Shut up." I yelled at them. Poor me.

I didn't wanted to apply any make up not on nikha day but may be on walima so but the beautician got masks of various kinds. Like charcoal, coffee and rose. I choose the rose one. It might took two hours but it felt like infinity to me. I was all cramped up after it.

you apply nail paint it would look awesome." Saba said. I glared at her. Was she for real asking this. I might have applied it once or twice

hands up in defense. I

farhana massi said we have to be there before 11. It was 9:45 now so hurry up."

anam " be ready. You are going in same car as bride. Anam be mature. I have to go and see the caterer they ain't picking the call. Uff. Dua don't stress up and why haven't

hurry up then."

wore the saree. I know how to wear it but she seems expert in it.

bag with you. It has the dupatta in it. We will spread when we reach the masjid." Anam

me tie the hijab I have other orders too." The hijab artist

we have to go" anam said and left. She didn't took, so he began crying so anam took him with her.

on the chair and then the hijab artist began

And my anxiety level was high. My hands were shaking constantly. It was making me worried. I began

sitting alone on the bed anam was down and saba told me she wanted

on her and his milk bottle. She scared me

the car arrived?"

were supposed to be coming directly to the masjid. So you'r car was last moments used to drop

only thing came out.

She was sitting on bed feeding

said not looking at

looked at me but I continued. " you know I thought no one would come to attend my wedding but you all came. I don't what I would

Why wouldn't we attend your

wouldn't leave the chance of having free food." Said saba coming out of the

a deep breath calming my self. There was

must have arrived." Anam said getting up. But saba

You can do these dua. It's just a wedding not

uncle." I heard

in the

The car is arrived. I'll bring dua down."

the sleeping panda. Both anam and saba left the

stood

time. I know I have been a bad father to you all my life. And I always blamed you for the past but it wasn't any of your fault. I hope you stay happy forever." He said with truth in his eyes

was hard to not cry. All my life even after having a father I was deprived of the affection

now. Ya

the move

a hand on my shoulder.  I can't ask for anything more

be waiting for me while anam was inside with panda. The car was decorated

backseat with anam on one side and saba on the other.Amir chachu was driving the car with baba sitting

said Bismillah and climbed out. Anam spread the red dupatta over my head. For the first time in my life it was too hard for me to stand

sign and began my new life with him. With armaan. A month ago if you would had tell me that I would be this desperate to get married I would probably laugh at your face. I was feeling so hollow within me even words won't even describe a bit of what I am feeling right now. Anxiety and nervousness but were killing me inside. My throat was completely dry but was to nervous to ask for water like water