Ameerah (Queen).

Chapter Five.

أسلم عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته.

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Engagement day. . . . . .

Wednesday.

It was an Arab custom for the Zehbah to be delivered to the bride's home on Wednesday as his mother had said. Early that morning the family awoke and there was a series of aunts overflowing the house on what to do or what not to do. As unnerving as that protocol was he could adhere his mother's orders and started with packing the Zehbah traditionally. Fruits were bought in tons and it was already delivered to the bride's house by noon. During the engagement it was good luck for fresh fruits and dates to be served. His mother sent him on unending errands as he ran back and forth inside the house. Why his mother was organizing such a big fuss of a wedding was beyond his imagination. When he thought of talking her out of the absurd idea an aunt would miraculously be there to shoo him off with another yet unending errand.

It wasn't until after he prayed Asr that his mother asked him to get ready as they were about to leave. He wore a new white Lamar thobe with cufflinks that his mother ordered for just this day. A white Ghutrah adorned his head and was supported by a black Agal. Black sandals graced his feet.

This engagement would officially finalise the wedding proposal. Ameerah. She still didn't want to see him until the Nikkah was done with. If his mother didn't assure him that she was a woman of deen he would have demanded to see her to know her personality.

A knock brought him back from his thoughts. It was Umulkheyr.

"You can came in."

"You look handsome, akhi." Umulkheyr commented. "I just came to inform you, we are leaving and uncle is here with the male guests."

"Is mother leaving too?" He asked as he sprayed his cologne on.

"Ofcourse she is. It is 'costume' for the groom's mother to be there first." Umulkheyr explained.

"See you there then." Yasser kissed his sister's forehead as they made their way to where the guests were.

"Son." The authoritive voice of his uncle greeted him.

"Salam uncle." Yasser greeted shaking his hand in a respectful manner.

"Salam. You are ready, I hope." His uncle looked him over. "You look like your father, Masha'Allah."

"Yeah. We should be going."

The male guests got packed into a car and they suddenly became festive as they started 'singing' tribal songs. The ride to the bride's house almost gave him a massive headache because of the drums that some of the guests were beating.

Arriving at the Mabruks residence, that's when it hit him that he was actually getting hitched. He was on his way to complete half his deen. Yasser stepped out of the car to be greeted with Yasin and a guy slightly older. He presumed it was the other brother he hadn't met yet.

"Khaleed." The guy nodded.

"Salam."

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"They are here." Hayat and Salma squeeked.

There were twenty one firing. Inside the house, in the women's majlis, it was still loud. Ameerah felt something deep inside her stomach awake with anticipation. She is getting married.