Being his halal

Chapter seven.

Hatina won't you wake up, there's not enough time again, you need to wake up". I heard a voice that sounded like Khadijah's.

"Wake up for what, today is Saturday and I don't go to work on Saturday, so let me be please, I need to sleep." I pleaded rolling on the bed.

"Ya Allah did you loose your memory or what. Hatina farouk wake up its your wedding." Khadijah yelled pulling the sheets off me. The sound of what she just said made my heart clinched and my body tremble.

"What did you say? my wedding? My wedding? Haha its my wedding, its my wedding, am I dreaming? I'm actually getting married" I flew up sitting straight meeting eye to eye with Khadijah.

"Yes it's your wedding so go get dressed." Khadijah said while still standing. The thought came to my mind again, if I'm getting married, I'm definitely getting married to someone and that someone is.... Oh my lord. Ya Allah

"Wait a minute, Ya Allah its my wedding, it my wedding khadijah, to... To that man, its my wedding to that man that doesn't have respect for people's feeling, its my wedding to ANNUR ABUBAKAR". Oh no I must be dreaming." I panicked covering my face with my palm.

"Hatina, hey what's wrong" Khadijah asked. I haven't really had the time to talk to Khadijah because she has been so busy and she came late to the house yesterday all the way from Qatar, so she had been really busy taking care of preparations for my wedding. When she came we just talked a bit but she got called by mom again so I had no time to talk to her. I couldn't tell her how I felt about annur and how I'm only doing this for Abba, and to save myself from embarrassment, i didn't tell her how annur treated me, I didn't get to tell her anything.

"I don't want to get married to him Khadijah, he doesn't respect me, I'm just like a game to him, what kind of man is that what kind of marriage will that be" I said my voice shaking and tears rolling down my eyes. I started to cry and cry really hard. I don't want to get married but I had no choice. It was my wedding after all.

"Hatina what are you saying? Why didn't you tell me all these before? and if you knew how he was why are you still going on with it" Khadijah asked surprised. I knew this would be her reaction. She always told me to get married to someone I love, to someone I derive joy from and never make that mistake of marrying someone who is gonna treat me with disrespect but with all her words, where did I end up?

"What am I supposed to do huh? Neither you nor I can do anything about it. I was doing this for Abba and I still am. I didn't tell you this to burden you, it's my burden and with Allah's help I'll get through it, I have hope that Allah knows best and will do what is good for me" I tell him through running nose. Khadijah let out a heavy sigh taking time before speaking as she stared at me probably looking at how stupid and dumb of a sister she got.

"I always knew from the beginning that you had the purest mind I have ever seen, you were always so good that I always prayed for you to get a person who deserved you, to marry someone who will shower you with so much love but as you said Allah knows best" she sighed "But if I had known about all these I would have talked to Abba about it and I'm mad at you for not telling me these all this time." I bow my head in tears as I felt bad also for not telling her. "Tell me hatina. Tell me the truth do you still want to go ahead with this marriage if you don't, all you have to do is say the words" Khadijah asked being serious.

I thought about what she just said, if I cancel this marriage I don't know what kind of situation that would put me in apart from that, what would my Abba do, even if Khadijah decide to talk to Abba I still know he won't be happy.

"Yes I do, I'm going to marry him" I say confidently. I'm already in this so its time to stop being scared and get over with it, what ever happens, happens with the will of Allah.

Khadijah nods patting me on the shoulder then pulling me in to a hug. "I know no matter what, we will get through this little sis, I wish you a very happy married life, Allah's noir. And Always count on me for anything" Khadijah consoled me as I cried on her shoulders. So much for being strong.

"Thank you so much, I love you so so much I don't know what I'll do without you" I tell her sniffing while pulling away from the hug.

"I love you too. Now its time for the bride to get dressed, she mustn't be late, you don't want to keep your husband waiting" Khadijah teased and I laughed bringing back my positive side. Khadijah patted and left for me to get dressed so I quickly went to take my bath as I didn't want to disappoint anyone today.

I came out cleaning all the water on my body and then wearing my dress. Umma said the makeup artist was going to arrive soon and I needed to get other things ready. The makeup artist came not long after and started doing my makeup.

"You are a very beautiful bride" she compliments as I blushed looking at myself in the mirror and admiring who was on the other side. I looked different, I looked beautiful and I looked like a bride but one other thing was missing I wasn't having that bridal glow which I decided to give myself now. Even if its not a marriage of love, its still my marriage and I'm going to make it count.

I was all ready and decided to go downstairs to meet everyone, i was sure the house must be crowded more than it was yesterday. I took the stairs bit by bit not wanting to fall with my heels.

"Oh my, hatina you look beautiful mashaAllah" aunt ashara said coving her mouth to avert her surprise.

"Thank you, you look beautiful too." I replied blushing.

"Well not as you do." She say and we both laugh as she went away .I let out a small smile on my face not wanting to blush too much and make it visible that I was indeed Proud of how I looked.

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Every where was so busy that I hadn't checked the time but when I looked at the time it was already 1.

"Hatina, hatina, umma said you won't be living with us anymore, is that true?". Khalid came running to me.

"Yes Khalid that's true I'm getting married so I won't be living here anymore but I promise I'll be coming to visit so no need to worry, I'll always come to see you and if I don't you could always come to my place, okay?" I say assuring him.

"Okay, but I'll miss you." He says with tears visible in his eye.

"I'll miss you too." The words from the little boy's mouth made my eye watery and I began to sob but remembered that I don't want to ruin my face and look like a clown in front of my family and also get insulted by annur because I'm sure that's definitely going to happen. I hugged my brother tightly as I didn't know when next I would see him.

There was a knock on the door and aunt ashara went to see who it was.

"Definitely, don't worry she'll be right there, we all will." I hear her say to someone at the door who I didn't see.

"Hatina, its time for the nikkah everyone's there and we are kind of late, we suppose to be there like 15minutes ago". The reception will be held together with the nikkah. The nikkah first then the reception.

"Okay aunt ashara I'll go get my purse." I tell her as I went upstairs patting Khalid on his head while he went away.

I got my purse and went straight to the car and we drove off to the reception.

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I took my place next to annur as we walked together on the beautiful decorated pathway, as the view of people was noticeable. I really didn't expect this number of people, exclusive people could be seen appearing here, classy, rich, some I didn't even know, then I realized that would be from annur. What did I expect, he is a business tycoon by the way . I looked at him to have a glance at what he was wearing.

He was wearing a black tuxedo which fitted him perfectly and almost brought out his inner bodies. His hair was perfectly styled and his whole body was so attractive. Am sure some ladies will be drooling over him by now because I wouldn't lie my husband is handsome.

"Are you checking me out Mrs Abubakar? Well there's nothing bad in that but if you want to do that, you could have just waited till we got back home then you will have a perfect view of me." He whispered in my ear. I trembled just hearing him call me Mrs abubakar and I wouldn't lie, it felt good. Please we're not even married yet and he's already becoming naughty. Naughty arrogant jerk.

We walked together to the imam as all eyes were on us whispering things.

"What ever, I wasn't checking you out keep dreaming." I know, I know I lied but what, do you expect me to tell him. I was actually checking him out? No , definitely no.

The imam sat and we did the same while he began.

"Its not a bad thing you know because now I'm about to be your husband and you're about to be my wife so you have the right and so do I. Ahh by the way you're looking stuuning." He spoke not even caring a bit that the imam had started the nikkah.

My heart summersaulted just hearing him speak. He knew how to instill fear in me, at the same time he knew how to make my heart flutter. What did he just say? I look stunning? Well that wasn't what I was expecting from him. I was prepared to hear, you look like a fat chicken , or who the hell did your makeup?

But I guess I can never understand that boy/ my husband.

A blush made its way through my face and I'm sure he saw it but I tried to hide it but no avail.

"Don't worry my dear you can blush I love to see it on you its makes you cute". He said while winking at me.

What Is wrong with him, why is he behaving this way, why is he behaving like the last time we met he didn't embarrass me in public and left me to cater for myself, while leaving with another woman.

The thought of that made my face stiffen and I was what they call mad.

The imam continued reading some verses while he asked the main questions.

Anuur was asked if he would take me to be his wife and to my surprise with no hesitation, he said yes and then it was my turn. To say I was scared was an understatement. I didn't know if what I was doing was the best thing but I knew one thing, this would change my life. I looked back at my dad and saw him smiling waiting for me to answer while others did and with no doubt I had my answer. If my father thinks this is what's good for me then it is.

" I do" I said and annur face lit up happily. If I had said no, this place would have been turned into a commotion zone, but the deed has already been done.

I placed the ring on annur's finger as he did mine and made him my husband. Now I became a married woman. Everyone cheered and smiled as the reception began.

I wanted to ask him about his siblings and when they will be back but his mom told me that they are in school and are writing exams so they won't be able to attend the wedding, although I got to know that they are twins called faiz and faiza.

The reception was over and I didn't get to listen properly because of disturbing annur. All he did was make sure I was disturbed but I won't lie I did like our conversations at a point he asked things about me.

We were about to enter the car to go to my husband's house, oh Ya Allah that's sounds weird, but we were stopped by my parents.

"Hatina" I hear my mom and dad say.

"Abba, umma". I went quickly to give them a tight hug as it is, I might not see them for sometime now.

"Hatina, now that you are married, I and your mother will like to give you a piece of advice on matrimonial issues." Dad said as mother looked at me with adoration and blissfulness. That was the first time in a long time she looked at me that way.

"Yes." I replied with tears almost slipping from my eye.

"We want you to be really careful and be patient also. No matter the difficulty you face always turn to Allah for help for he is the guider. Do not let your stubborn habbit get the best of you, okay? and always treat your husband with respect, never disrespect him because he is your way to jannah." With what Abba has just told me I left everything annur had ever done to me. As Abba has said he is now my way to jannah I have to respect, Love and cherish him. It's time for a fresh new start between annur and I. I was ready to love, cherish and respect him.

"I'm so grateful for Allah has given me the best parent I could ever ask for, Alhamdulilah " I hugg them tightly as the tears rolled down my eyes.

Although umma was strict sometimes but she's also a very good mother and I'll always love her. It just hurts me that she treats me differently sometimes and I can't understand why.