They really do grow up fast (Part 2)

September 9th, 2005, was another happy day for my other side of the family (mothers side, my parents are related anyway).

My cousin who has been brought up close with me got married. Also eight years of difference, but this time it's a she. A very special she. The wedding ceremony took place at the mosque, but the wedding party still to come. It is worth mentioning, those couple really fought to be together. Regardless of the details, they really stuck up for one another, to be together.

Mohammed fell in love with Heba while still studying at university. Went directly to her parents and told them he wants to marry her as soon as they both finish. At the beginning things went smooth, but later some complications came about.

Regardless, what matters is they both got what they wanted. I pray that their marriage turns out just great insha'Allah (God Willing). Both families are now in harmony, set their differences aside for the better good. The couple was beautifully united by the sacred bond of an Islamic wedding ceremony.

(Allahoma barek lahoma wajma3 baynahoma fi khayr – May God grant them his blessings and join them in goodness).

As the ceremony took place, a flash back came to me of what they have gone through to be together that day, as husband and wife. Tears suddenly gathered in my eyes and I was concentrating with the bride. She also cried silently. Tears of comfort I guess, tears of happiness she is with the one she wanted to be with, the one she loves.

Her parents are the very dedicated loving type. Her father is extremely emotional. He cried a couple of times and so did her mom, but I think her father more. I find that so nice. (My father never cried! I guess he was too busy feeling relieved I decided I would get married, lol) A Father's tears of joy and sorrow at the same time. Joy his little one has grown and shall have her own family and wishes her the best. This man was a real father. He really shared (and still does) brining up those girls (three of them). He is a Gynecologist and my aunt is an Ultrasound specialist. They both had equal shares in every thing including the girls bringing up and household responsibilities. He changed diapers, gave showers, fed them (all, he cooked when my aunt was on duty), held them, drew diagrams for them, taught them different arts, and best of all was and still is not just a father, but a friend. Not only to them, but to my sisters and I, and to his orphan niece, and to anyone who needs a friend and mentor. God bless him. He is like a father to me. I feel he is a blood tie, not just my aunt's husband. I truly look up to him.

I pray Heba and Mohammed take good care of one another. I pray for their love to grow by the second and always rise above any thing that comes their way as a couple. I pray the same for all couples!

The whole mood was nice and happy. I can't wait till the wedding. It'll be beautiful insha'Allah. Hope I can post about it soon... September 16th, 2005 is the day!