It was the day she dreaded the most, the day she'd be married to some stranger and after that day there is no turning back. Ever since the engagement she heard lots of rumors and everyone seemed so interested in her personal life and in his too, it was the talk of the year and the wedding of the year too, everyone wanted to attend. From what she heard about what they said about him that he was a player, he always gets what he wants and marrying her was a bet from one of his brothers and other say marrying her was for some political reasons since both of them are from powerful families. She got gifts from all her family, she loved all of them but mostly the private jet from her father, perfect gift she thought, she can run away whenever she wants. A customized Cartier tiara from her mother. And lots of other luxurious gifts.
The wedding
Shamma looked like a princess, well she is one. She looked at her reflection her eyes started to tear, she took deep breaths, inhale and exhale. I'm not crying, I can do this she thought.
Everything looked perfect, like a perfect fairytale and everyone envied her not knowing the real story or what she is going through, she doesn't even know how her husband looks like. Nothing is as it really seems.
The wedding was more than beautiful. It was time for the bride to make an entrance. Her sisters and friends were by her side, calming her down since she was shaking. As the music started, the gate opened slowly, she held on her orchid bouquet which symbolizes perfection. Mohammed Abdu's voice came through, my favorite she said as she started walking in her Valentino lace dress that was made for her, it showed her perfectly body that she worked hard on having, her sparkling jewelry and her tiara.
She kept on saying bsmellah with every step she took hoping she wouldn't fall. She could feel everyone staring, and she could see the envious looks she got as she walked, some were admiring her beauty, others looked like they were forced to come to the wedding. They kept on looking at every single detail in her, it was like they were examining her. She tried her best to smile, and when she forgets her sister kept on reminding her to smile. She was close to tears when she walked past her friends where she met them in different stages in life, they were cheering for her, waving at her and some kept on whistling. It seemed like forever till she reached the chair, FINALLY she said. Many people came and congratulated her, took pictures and danced for her. They announced the groom is entering, everyone left her there all alone not knowing what to do. Her heart beat started racing like crazy. She looked up and finally saw him.
"He's good looking at least" talking in her inner voice
He was getting closer and closer, he came and kissed her forehead and stood next to her, everyone was looking at them. He looked a bit tensed himself.
After a while they got up to leave he took out his hand for her to hold on to him, Shamma was having a debate in her mind whether to put her hand in his or walk just walk next to him. She looked up at that moment and saw her sisters giving her the most scary looks, she quickly held his hand without thinking. He chuckled at her reaction since he saw how she got scared from her sisters look. As they headed to their suite, the photographer came to take the 'couples' romantic pictures. Shamma was this close to crying when the photographer was making her do some poses, she ignored few times and the photographer keeps on yelling.
"Shway shway 3laiha, 5aleeha 3ala ra7t-ha" he said to the annoying photographer, it was the first time she heard his voice. It gave her goosebumps.
He then got out and brought Maha with him to take the photographer out of the suite, Maha was smiling to Shamma, a smile that meant he is not so bad after all.
"is 30 minutes ok?"
"ee zain"
and just like that, the annoying photographer is gone, Shamma had a smile on her face thinking she got rid of her, little did she know she'll come back and make her more uncomfortable.
"Happy now?"
She just nodded to his question. Khalifa tried so hard to start a conversation not knowing what to say to her.
"I'm sorry for putting you in this position, I know you have so many questions and I'll gladly answer them for you" he said like a young teenager.
She just faked a smile and they were both silent again, she was playing with her ring. She usually does that whenever she's nervous or bored. Him on the other side of the room was staring at her, admiring her beauty and thinking if he had made the right decision or not.
They got back to reality when they heard the knock on the door. It was both their mothers and his two sisters with the annoying photographer walking in behind them. They took some pictures with the them, his mother sweet and she loved Shamma since she first saw her and she kept on telling her son to take good care of her. Shamma's mother then told her and him to take care of one another. He kept on replying with "Shamma fe 3yooni" as he looked at her lovingly.
The bride and groom took some photos together, Shamma noticed how tall he is, 185 maybe she thought. He had the time to look on close to her, he loved how he could see right through her just by looking at her big eyes with natural thick eyelashes that reflected how she feels, her perfect straight arabian nose and her full pink lips.
The photographer then left them alone to rest. Define awkward.
The wedding
Shamma looked like a princess, well she is one. She looked at her reflection her eyes started to tear, she took deep breaths, inhale and exhale. I'm not crying, I can do this she thought.
Everything looked perfect, like a perfect fairytale and everyone envied her not knowing the real story or what she is going through, she doesn't even know how her husband looks like. Nothing is as it really seems.
The wedding was more than beautiful. It was time for the bride to make an entrance. Her sisters and friends were by her side, calming her down since she was shaking. As the music started, the gate opened slowly, she held on her orchid bouquet which symbolizes perfection. Mohammed Abdu's voice came through, my favorite she said as she started walking in her Valentino lace dress that was made for her, it showed her perfectly body that she worked hard on having, her sparkling jewelry and her tiara.
الحكــايه ماهـي بــس إنــك جميله
وإن وصفـك وصف وعيــونك حكـايه
الحكايــه إنـك انتـي هـي الأصيلــه
رايه في حسنك وفي الأخلاق رايه
لك حضورٍ يشبه النسمه العليله
ناعمه بالفعل ماهي بس كنايــه
والقصايد لو قري الشاعر وسيله
مـن جمالك تصبــح الأشعار غايه
كل قصيدة مدح وإن كانت جزيله
اعـذريها لاغــدت ماهي كفـايـــه
الحروف قصار وأوصافـك طويلـه
والمــزايا فيــك ماتعــرف نهايــه
انتي إبــداع المعالي المستحيلـه
انتـي لوحــه رائعــه انتـي روايـــه
عــن طـبــوعٍ راقيــه وروحٍ نبيلــــه
عــن جمالٍ يبهـر عيــون المـرايــه
هــذا وصفك مادري بعضه أو قليلـه
المهـم إنــك مــــن الآخــر حكـايـــه
تحكي عن شخصية إنسانه جميلـه
اسمها شما وهــي فالحســن آيـه
She kept on saying bsmellah with every step she took hoping she wouldn't fall. She could feel everyone staring, and she could see the envious looks she got as she walked, some were admiring her beauty, others looked like they were forced to come to the wedding. They kept on looking at every single detail in her, it was like they were examining her. She tried her best to smile, and when she forgets her sister kept on reminding her to smile. She was close to tears when she walked past her friends where she met them in different stages in life, they were cheering for her, waving at her and some kept on whistling. It seemed like forever till she reached the chair, FINALLY she said. Many people came and congratulated her, took pictures and danced for her. They announced the groom is entering, everyone left her there all alone not knowing what to do. Her heart beat started racing like crazy. She looked up and finally saw him.
"He's good looking at least" talking in her inner voice
He was getting closer and closer, he came and kissed her forehead and stood next to her, everyone was looking at them. He looked a bit tensed himself.
After a while they got up to leave he took out his hand for her to hold on to him, Shamma was having a debate in her mind whether to put her hand in his or walk just walk next to him. She looked up at that moment and saw her sisters giving her the most scary looks, she quickly held his hand without thinking. He chuckled at her reaction since he saw how she got scared from her sisters look. As they headed to their suite, the photographer came to take the 'couples' romantic pictures. Shamma was this close to crying when the photographer was making her do some poses, she ignored few times and the photographer keeps on yelling.
"Shway shway 3laiha, 5aleeha 3ala ra7t-ha" he said to the annoying photographer, it was the first time she heard his voice. It gave her goosebumps.
He then got out and brought Maha with him to take the photographer out of the suite, Maha was smiling to Shamma, a smile that meant he is not so bad after all.
"is 30 minutes ok?"
"ee zain"
and just like that, the annoying photographer is gone, Shamma had a smile on her face thinking she got rid of her, little did she know she'll come back and make her more uncomfortable.
"Happy now?"
She just nodded to his question. Khalifa tried so hard to start a conversation not knowing what to say to her.
"I'm sorry for putting you in this position, I know you have so many questions and I'll gladly answer them for you" he said like a young teenager.
She just faked a smile and they were both silent again, she was playing with her ring. She usually does that whenever she's nervous or bored. Him on the other side of the room was staring at her, admiring her beauty and thinking if he had made the right decision or not.
They got back to reality when they heard the knock on the door. It was both their mothers and his two sisters with the annoying photographer walking in behind them. They took some pictures with the them, his mother sweet and she loved Shamma since she first saw her and she kept on telling her son to take good care of her. Shamma's mother then told her and him to take care of one another. He kept on replying with "Shamma fe 3yooni" as he looked at her lovingly.
The bride and groom took some photos together, Shamma noticed how tall he is, 185 maybe she thought. He had the time to look on close to her, he loved how he could see right through her just by looking at her big eyes with natural thick eyelashes that reflected how she feels, her perfect straight arabian nose and her full pink lips.
The photographer then left them alone to rest. Define awkward.
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