"No,You can't do this",words echoed in my mind. "Iqra,Qazi is asking something" ,my mum hushed in my ear. Tears still rolling down my face."Iqra",a voice in my head called for attention."You won't probably want this to happen to your family","You know that Omar will put his best only to see a smile on your face,he is already doing that,are you that inconsiderate and rude, to hurt him? , when he was the one who had put you back when you scattered!.The reason that you have returned back to life!"."No", I said making every one's heart skip a beat. "Iqra,what?", my mum said nearly digging her nails into my hand. "I agree to it",I said to Qazi, who was impatiently waiting for my answer. I felt really good after a very long time, satisfied with my decision and confident as this is the first time that I had choosen my PRESENT and my FUTURE over my Past. Twice again the Qazi asked me the same question as it was obligatory in our religion. Again a YES from me, a feeling of protection overwhelmed me. After the Qazi had taken my approval for the marriage it was now Omar's turn to answer. All the men in the room went to Masjid for Omar's Nikah ceremony. Nearly after 25 minutes, Zara came to my room, getting a glass of water and a few things to fill up my growling stomach, "You know what Aapi, Omar bhai did not even took a second to say YES!",she said, her voice reaching its maximum volume, "Hamza bhai called and informed",I looked at her, she was far more happier than me,I could see that on her face.She had worn a purple frock,with velvet bored to it and in between embroidered with golden thread. Complementing to her dress she had large earings that went good with her face cut and to add more she had applied make up and her hair rolled up. The makeup had only done the work of enhancers to her naturally beautiful face. I could no longer make a eye contact so I looked down, observing the beautiful petals that adored my bed. Every single lady in the room shouted in joy.
"Every one's back from the Masjid", Sameera announced in her full pitched voice,coming from downstairs with a box of sweets. Hearing that my heart skipped a beat and probably my BP got shoot up. Only me and my friends were in the room now. They hugged me with tears flowing from their eyes like water does when held for too long. Each pressing down a sweet to my stomach. I thanked Allah for giving me such good friends.I almost every time awe at this thought, as to how Allah had made a beautiful relation called 'Friend Ship' in this world,who sometimes understand you and support you even when your family fails to do so. I stared at them in gratefulness, realising how they had stood by my side, in the most pivotal time of my life.They all were looking awesomely pretty in saares, they had bought the same piece, for different colours to have unity. They had even bought one for me. While handing it to me,Aaeyma goad me about wearing it in front of Omar,now that image brings shivers to me. This was a practise, as we had done the same for Aaeyma's wedding. Sadia usually avoided make up but today she did it,for me!. They all were naturally stunning,Arzoo and Sadia were of the ideal size and shape,where as Sameera,Aaeyma and me were a bit healthy. Although I had lost weight but it only brought me in shape and did not helped me in getting slimmer. All my relatives came to my room, Dad placed his hand over my head and gave me his blessings,a tear went down his face. Dad,Hamza and Maaz worn a white Sharwani (Indian version of blazer but a bit long),my mum was simple in a light pink saari adored in white stones. She kissed me on my forehead and hugged me. Next few hugs and wishes were from Hamza,Maaz,Zara and my cousins. My aunts and uncles placed their hands on my head and wished me with all the happiness in the world.
Next,my room was full with my in laws, hugging me and calling me by new names that their relation with me called for. "Bhabhi (brother's wife)", Omar's sisters shouted in unison. I could not stop and my blushing face gave them a smile. I was really happy.I was still unsure of the reason. I can't imagine this, it's too good to be reality for me. But Allahumduliaalah, it is. I could not hold on my tears anymore. Till now only my name is attached to Omar's but the amount of happiness and peace it has given me is far more. "You were hurt na?", I heard a voice, and a hand on my shoulder,the touch unfimilar but the voice, I knew it. Before I could turn and see who it was my mind again started to unfold my past. Has this person figured out the reason for the delayed response to the question of Qazi?.I turned, hoping to see a person who's discovery of truth won't matter to me. But to my dissertation there was a face,a face that I had never imagined to say so,not even in my wildest dreams!!!....

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