Chapter 7

F A R A H I can't believe I'm getting married today, it feels so surreal. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, dressed in the Ash Abaya, my face decorated with makeup, with henna on my both hands. I touched the gold bangles on my hands Mom gave me that papa has been keeping it for my marriage. I look totally different. A small drop of tear roll down my cheeks I wish papa was alive to witness this day, to see his daughter getting married. The door flung open revealing my Mom dressed in her beautiful purple Camisole gown. I wiped off the tear not wanting to spoil my mom's mood she's very happy about the marriage. She trekked towards me, with a smile on her face. 'My daughter you look beautiful, I know if your papa was still alive he will be happy too" the tears I've been holding escaped. 'No Farah, don't... It will ruin your makeup" mom said wiping off the tear with her palms. I can't help it. 'I will miss you" she added. 'I will miss you too Mom" just then Yasmin came in clear