Finally the day came and went, the long awaited event in my life.Shower of thanks to ALLAH swt for HIS blessings for the matrimonial session to go well.Alhamdullilah.A hundred of guests dressed to hilts, the women in traditional outfits outdoing each other in who’s wearing the most jewellery, the men whom seemingly looked busy with the wedding task in the back of their mind, these were the scenes on 7th April.I sat there for Zuhr in white , with teary eyes sharing my bouts of anxiety with my cousin sapiyah.She did her best in keeping me calm with her soothing words  but within the inner serenity I felt like i was left in a running track, where I have to run my hearts out.That’s how my heart was beating that day.With the make-up artist finally arriving in my room, I guessed it was finally time to get dressed and step out for the excitement which beholds.The red and gold lengha sure did the trick of making me look and feel like a bride.Much as i hate to wear make-up, I did and looked like some other than Anishar.Next came Nasir with his digital memory box to capture the higlights in prints.He sure has a way of making brides at ease and not putting on a stiff smile.Click Click it went and before I knew it, I become submissive with smiles to the lens which was beckoning at me.Arriving at Radin Mas CC togther with my bridesmaid Yasmin, I felt really nervous when i took my steps on the long red carpet, where everyone made way for me.The walk seemed long, making me wonder when would i reach the plemin.Just as I sat, heard the sounds of Hadrah..My excited blacks Nurin and Jum feeding me with live insight reports of what was happening in font stage,  sure made me visualise their words in movements.My cousin Junaidah made sure that I was comfortable, with her constant checks with me:).

The Kadi came in, togther with my brother in law and my eldest sis husband.He threw the question of if I was agreeable to the marriage.My anxiety did drown the words mentioned into my mind, as i said YES with confidence.As i sign on the dotted line, which  reads as "Mrs Ebrahim",I did shed my own personalised tears of Joy at the corner of my eyes. The nikkah was finally sealed with my husband reading out the vows aloud and  the recital of DOAs for the newly weds.It was like being in a floating dream with my husband sitiing beside me in the plemin.Through the crowds, I glimpse at my family members and cousins who extending their hard at my wedding.A special thank you goes out to all who have helped out in my wedding one way or another.THANK YOU!Typing this post right now in my new HOME,can give you a sense of the great family I have moved in with.Few weeks ago, I was battling with thoughts as to how I would be blending in with my new family, but ALHAMDULLILAH for HE has provided the comfortness which was most needed.Good brake, Good Horn and Good luck, the very golden words mentioned by the tourist guide in Dehli, when we went for our Honeymoon..even though he mentioned those words to describe the road situation in India, I felt we can have this takeback in life too.GOOD BRAKE:stop and take time to appreciate others around you…GOOD HORN: don;t bottle up feelings, let it out at times and yes you sure do need GOOD LUCK.Would leave you with shots from my wedding and *DO i hear YOu?