Uffoh, such bilawajeh ka stress. Like not exactly bilawajeh, it’s my wedding month and all brides feel the same way agay peechay but if there’s one time in a girl’s life that is DEVOID of all that negativity (like anxiety or panic or pareshani or negativity or loneliness or some fear or some idk just fill the list) it should be her wedding. But actually it should be all the time yo. Stress comes only when it shouldn’t. When else would you invite it over?
“Don’t run on the stairs, Maria”
“Miss, I am Moniba”
Or was it vice-versa? 😂 Even the memory is jumbled now but we know it was Miss Ismat who scolded one of us and smiled the very next moment because she had mixed us up. And it wasn’t the only time it happened. Oh, not at all!
We got asked in the lift as well. And then we would always measure if we actually looked that alike. Lekin kahaan se? Oh and your maami’s. 😁 and then “are you sisters?” even in university. Yes, yes we are.
But one of my favorite twinning memory has to be sharing our pair of shoes while going to Taye abba’s. A school shoe and a casual chappal wappal. Best. Feeling. Ever. 😆
Not even a day to your Nikkaah and here I am, far but there. May Allah always keep us close. 💜
Ily. So much so much so much.
MashaAllah, Alhamdulillah and everything good.
Three days to go, three things to show.
A heart pebble. You love pebbles so much there is an entire collection of it in a box on your table. Probably left it for your niece here. Of course you will find another in Dubai. Achi jaga hai.
But we won’t find people who would gift us PEBBLES. And flowers. Look at that cloud, sit on the grass, come let’s admire this abnormal looking very fascinating tree. SubhanAllah. Remember our walks from Sufi? VS. Leaves falling. Magic, magic, magic.
A key. It might not be the same but I think it is. Because I saved it in a very old piggy bank type of thing that I got at my aameen or something. It had these little memories packed aesthetically. And in there was this key. Of your “secret drawer” that you had hidden from me at your old house. So I sneaked it, all those years back, think pink maxi and Nayalish at your party, it’s that old a story. What did the drawer have? Your socks?
This poem. You are my quart. That’s an emotional one so I will say it without words. I love you.
This is the last post in the Wedding Week series.
Lalarukh, the first most beautiful and noticeable thing about you, which I like a lot, is your name. And the second best thing I think, is your sincerity and creativity.
You once wrote how fake ‘I understand you’ type phrases
are could be, and that one doesn’t actually need them because another doesn’t really understand. I agree with that. Nobody knows anybody very well, they don’t see where we come from, how we think, what we do. But the thing is, Lala, we’re all a bunch of readers and writers. And words are powerful creatures that crawl right inside without us knowing, or knowing still.
I wish for you the best as your ‘real events’ now begin. Have an exciting journey ahead, lots of best wishes and prayers sent your way. ♥
نیک تمناٗوٗں کے ساتھ۔
ھمیشہ خوش رھئے۔
**some sad rukhsati songs in bg**
KEEP WRITING HAMESHA.
Thank you all for being a part of this. Your support and presence made this week’s celebration possible. (:
Special thanks to Moniba for painting the header and helping me out in deciding the background, Rexie and Aiman for their beautiful poems, Arindam for his guest post, Sahil, Ahmed Usman, and Mani for the Reblogs and all those who commented, thank you for adding colors here!
[ Okay so, a totally flop way to start this but I don’t know how we do this, Lala. I remember making those daily count-down reminders and childish paintings on Samar’s wedding but that was that. This is this. (so wise, I know ^_^ ]
Alright, you’re supposed to blush bat bat pe and we girls are supposed to sit in a HUGE circle singing songs. That’s how we do it, no? And there’s all these mithaai for you:
They say that the best wedding tip is to realize that one person is always right. And the other is husband.
Summing up from your last post on Anger Management, I think you’re pretty good at this. So he’s truly blessed. ^_^
You’re a wonderful person over all: you’re kind at heart, beautiful inside out, and talented. So yes, like I said, he’s very lucky. 😉
And you’re lucky too. Because okay, where on earth Continue reading
You know Lala Rukh, don’t you? She’s one of the kindest, prettiest, super-awesome-st bloggers here on WordPress. 😉 And talented of course. NOBODY can write half as scary, romantic, poetic, or making-you-hungry-just-by-looking-at-them posts as her. 🙂
So she’s getting married.
And this is to let her know how truly special she is. You’re all invited to celebrate along *virtually* by sending in your wishes (and words) tomorrow: Sunday January 26th and hopefully this entire week!
Wear your best outfits, kay?
Sunday night was a Valima ceremony of another relative. We have segregated weddings here, usually, i.e. men and women have separate halls each. This trend is now moving to mixed gatherings, but still persists to some extent.
Anyways, the gathering was pretty …um, grand! And for like thirty to forty five minutes, the couple was busy in their photo shoot by some professionals, in the bridal room. However when they did come out, there was a HUGE celebration. (But what’s the worst part? I, my sister, and my cousin; the three people who were waiting the most for them were not present at that specific second. Anyways we did manage to enjoy rest of the ‘show’..)
So the celebration was – that the entire hall sunk into darkness as lights went out (on purpose) and a white spot light shone over them as they made their way on the ramp towards the stage.
(What I’m trying to say: Pin spot A focused beam of light that shines directly onto an object, like a centerpiece or wedding cake, as a highlight effect.)
A melodious song added ‘music to the event’ and what followed were those artificial, super awesome lights. Yellow, then pink, then red, then blue, then something else and then else. Not that I appreciate the heavy expenditure on the event, but it was surely a show to watch.
(Gobos Circular stencils that are put over a light to project a design or pattern. and LED lights as in color wash.)
They used smoke sprays to add more charm to it while their photographers captured their memories (and poses) and well, this song ‘Tum Hi Ho’ was my favorite part.
Update: The post got featured here: Segregated Weddings – Pakistani Bloggers. (Equally unexpected for me 😉 )
Yesterday was the valima of one of my first-cousins and it was SO cool! I loved the stage and the wedding-hall of course! The gorgeous, golden, spacious hall and the amazing light effects on the stage were beautiful!
Valima is the ceremony after wedding reception and it is from the bridegroom’s side. So it was our event basically as I was from the bridegroom’s side;)
Loved each moment as it made place in memories!
Today was a REALLY hectic day! A gathering at our place, and so many guests and so much fun! Enjoyed a whole lot! Another party tomorrow;)