The music slowly comes to an end.
Lights growing dimmer by the second.
The singer's raspy low pitched voice announces the bride's arrival and with that she walks in.
Appearing as if by magic from behind the narrow beige curtains. She seems flawless from where I'm sitting. I turn to my left to say something to Rawan when I find that Rawan, Reem, and the rest of their friends are standing and smiling broadly for their friend to see. I go back to watching Lulu make her way to the kosha . Silently thinking of how nervous she might be. I sneak a peak at her mom, dressed beautifully in a blue long sleeved dress. The mom is clearly avoiding looking at her eldest daughter and instead is staring at her other daughter. How weird I began to think but it wasn't until I caught a glimpse of the mother's face did I understand. Her face was drenched with tears !
Akh, 3awarni galbi! Allah yer7amha.
Before I knew it I had left my seat and dashed to the toilets. I sat for what seemed like a lifetime on a closed toilet seat thinking of how different life would be if my mom was still alive. . . My mind dashed from scenario to scenario measuring of how big of an impact having a mother there with me would make ! The period talk! Would she have been one of those cool mothers we talked about that would give us the quick and fast pep talk or would she have been one of those nervous ones? Coming home late, what would her reaction have been? Would se have grounded me? Would she have cared? Boyfriends? Would she have approved or disapproved? Would she have given me advice or beheaded me? Thousands of unanswered questions popped up in my head. The vibrate of my phone indicating that I have a message startled me and woke me up from my daze.
WAINICH
YALA CME !
WE R GNA DNCE
From :Rawoon Cuzin
+00965-99******
11:34 1-JAN-09
I quickly got up and straightened my dress. Leaving the bathroom stall and trying to walk the butt cramp I had from sitting on that uncomfortable toilet seat out ! I looked at my reflection in the mirror making sure everything was in place . I flipped my hair trying to ruffle up my loose curls. I was going for the casual just got-out-of-bed-looking-this-gorgeous look, but not really. In reality I had to wait for over an hour while Heba did my hair. Making sure each curl was where it was supposed to be. I bent over the sink and inspected my makeup. I had done a good job if I have to say so myself. I don't believe in going to see a makeup artist, its not for everyone I guess. Especially if that someone is ME! I'm so picky when it comes to makeup! I don't like it when they do all that lebanese-sahra makeup. I like my eyeliner near my EYES not up near my ears thank you very much.
I took a step back turned around, good enough I shrugged.
I turned around and smiled at the philipino lady standing next to the door and with that I left the bathroom.
I was BBMing* while walking back to the doorway that led to hall where the party was at. My head down, my hair over my face, when I smelt it. What kind of women would be smoking at a wedding ! My head shot up and like that I saw him.. and him.. and him. I looked all around me.
HAW.
was all I could think of.
HAW !
Where did all these men come from !?
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BBMing:
Blacberry Messenger (noun)
To blackberry message (verb) can be used "to bbm"
An instant messaging application on blackberries where you can see if the message has been delivered, when it was delivered and if the person has read it.
