Mahwash got married yesterday. Masha Allah. and she made a beautiful bride. Every bit of her was radiant. Every little thing that was bridal was traditional classy and perfect. Down to her make-up (from an artist who is well-reknowned buti hate because she does not make an effort in defining the features and accentuating the highlights.)
It wasn't merely the joy of her getting married to a person she has an understanding with that made me happy. I thoroughly enjoyed the wedding not just for the fun element (and of course the armaan fulfilling: I donned a teeka yesterday despite parental resistence) but more importantly: the people I met. For starters, I did not know Khizra's gradnfather and my father are childhood friends. the look on my dad's face when the two men sat and chatted was so beamy.
The people I met: baby boys little naughty things (my classfellows were similar but they were too protective of us women in their class for us to actually do crazy things) who were just so adorable. Sincere friends of Ali and it was visible. And Mahwash's own friends. who were simply wonderful. I loved everyone I met. age bar aside, it was wonderful company.
Plus I met Saira and Ruby Chachi: who's dressing table I lived at while Chacha taught Apps physics and math. And it was all so lvoely seeing ehr after so long.
There was also the armaan-poora-ing. As one friend said "shadi ek insaan ki hoti hai armaan gharwalon ke hote hain" and that's exactly what happened. i donned a teeka =P. A filmy, Bollywood-y teeka (which was bought for my neices but I kept for myself.). There was of course the mehndi-ing and wearing this heavy jora I wear only at weddings where i know things will be heavy-duty.
The side-effects of the wedding: having lost my appetite after watching myself in the dance video of "Desi Girl". Having four tiny baby boys dancing around my monstrosity og porky pink rhinocerous form and making those loud jumps. No wonder Hasan wanted me to shed 30lbs for the project. To add to the embarrassment was the fact that I dance like a man: hard. Muscular. For the first time Hasan yesterday said "Softer, Ambreen". I shall work at it. and fix all my moves. I shall, of course, have to continue to strive to shed lbs by the hour. [Amen to that all you readers, please!]
Of course my mostrosity would not have hit me if Khizra did not make the video. So Khizra: if i start looking better: the credit goes solely to you. Ok well. Maybe you and Hasan need to share it. =P. I wouldn't be dancing if it weren't for instructor.
Project is heavily underway. Life is crazy. I dont have time to breathe. or give time to Project. Must shed weight to look svelte at the Red Carpet and also fix up the nails, hair, feet etc. must workout heavily. Pray people pray. I need the prayers.
Gotta jet now if i want to try t save myself =P. Pictures up on facebook. Will put up picture sof beautiful cousin. May Allah always bless her with joy, happiness, prosperity and success. Ameen.
It wasn't merely the joy of her getting married to a person she has an understanding with that made me happy. I thoroughly enjoyed the wedding not just for the fun element (and of course the armaan fulfilling: I donned a teeka yesterday despite parental resistence) but more importantly: the people I met. For starters, I did not know Khizra's gradnfather and my father are childhood friends. the look on my dad's face when the two men sat and chatted was so beamy.
The people I met: baby boys little naughty things (my classfellows were similar but they were too protective of us women in their class for us to actually do crazy things) who were just so adorable. Sincere friends of Ali and it was visible. And Mahwash's own friends. who were simply wonderful. I loved everyone I met. age bar aside, it was wonderful company.
Plus I met Saira and Ruby Chachi: who's dressing table I lived at while Chacha taught Apps physics and math. And it was all so lvoely seeing ehr after so long.
There was also the armaan-poora-ing. As one friend said "shadi ek insaan ki hoti hai armaan gharwalon ke hote hain" and that's exactly what happened. i donned a teeka =P. A filmy, Bollywood-y teeka (which was bought for my neices but I kept for myself.). There was of course the mehndi-ing and wearing this heavy jora I wear only at weddings where i know things will be heavy-duty.
The side-effects of the wedding: having lost my appetite after watching myself in the dance video of "Desi Girl". Having four tiny baby boys dancing around my monstrosity og porky pink rhinocerous form and making those loud jumps. No wonder Hasan wanted me to shed 30lbs for the project. To add to the embarrassment was the fact that I dance like a man: hard. Muscular. For the first time Hasan yesterday said "Softer, Ambreen". I shall work at it. and fix all my moves. I shall, of course, have to continue to strive to shed lbs by the hour. [Amen to that all you readers, please!]
Of course my mostrosity would not have hit me if Khizra did not make the video. So Khizra: if i start looking better: the credit goes solely to you. Ok well. Maybe you and Hasan need to share it. =P. I wouldn't be dancing if it weren't for instructor.
Project is heavily underway. Life is crazy. I dont have time to breathe. or give time to Project. Must shed weight to look svelte at the Red Carpet and also fix up the nails, hair, feet etc. must workout heavily. Pray people pray. I need the prayers.
Gotta jet now if i want to try t save myself =P. Pictures up on facebook. Will put up picture sof beautiful cousin. May Allah always bless her with joy, happiness, prosperity and success. Ameen.
Silly girl, your thumkas were sensational and your teeka was adorable!!
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