MARJAAN- COMPLETE HALF OF MY DEEN (#YourStoryIndia) (#ProjectWomenUp)

Chapter 15- Mehendi

Hi

The surprise I spoke about in the previous chapter is the picture given above.Now I have a small TASK for you people. Check the above image and find A.M.J.A.D alphabets in the henna. My dearest friend Ummzara took a lot of effort to get this done. If you find it Pls leave a comment and only if you guys find it then only Amjad will find it in wedding night
So don't forget to check it out and leave me a comment.

You could give AMJAAN mehendi gifts by just clicking on the tiny star on top.
Pls I want a vote and comments raise. .pls

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"Those who are not able to find marriage [partners] should keep chaste until Allah enriches them out of His bounty." (Qur'an 24:33)

And those whom Allah has found them marriageable prospects, need not let financial matters hinder them from getting married:

"Marry those who are single among you, including the righteous ones from your male and female servants; if they are poor, Allah will enrich them out of His bounty. Allah is all-encompassing in knowledge." (Qur'an 24:32)

30 January 2012

Amjad P.O.V

I woke up to the Kill Bill's tune from my cell phone. I checked the
time, the fluorescent needles of the wall clock told me it was 3 in
the morning. It was Faizal, and I picked up

"Hello?" I hoarsely screamed. I never quite got over my jet lag.

"Hello! You sleeping?"

"No, I was introducing pole dancing for a bunch of tribal folks over a
bonfire. You mind?"

"Hahaha. Chill, bro! I was just checking if you were sleeping okay!
You can go back to sleep now. Or dancing.." And the line went dead.

"What the-!" I furiously swore at him over a lengthy text message and
turned my phone to flight mode before I went back under my blankets.

That lofty rascal...wait till I lay my hands on him! All my attempts to
sleep proved futile. I can't seem to sleep anymore. Now that I am wide
awake, I went obsessing over my wedding and how it was going to
unfold. After visualing the 38th wedding rehearsal in my head, I
decided it was time I got up and did my prayers.

I did my wudhu and prayed tahajjud and I did dua to Allah to make me a good
husband. After I got up from my prayer mat I felt a lot calmer and I was glad about
the comfort level I was experiencing.

There was a rage of emotions
creating havoc in my head, a combination of euphoria, panic and
what-ifs? I wished mainstream pop culture had more insights about
grooms going restless and how to deal with it.

Four hours went by and I knew people were up. I could hear noises from
below and I went down.

"Right on time Amju, I was gonna come up to wake you. Come sit." Farza
said nodding to one of the dining chairs.

"Not today Farza, I was up before you" I smirked.

"Aha!" she said "I wouldn't be surprised" handling me a plate before
serving breakfast.

She was acting very sisterly today, she looked calmer than usual and
said she wanted to have a talk with me.

"My dear Amju I can't believe you're getting married. I can still see
you in that stupid hairstyle that could called fashion and riding away
in that bike of yours"

"Farza, I assure you. That punk look was very much in style"

"Shut up for a minute, will you? Now Marjaan is a good girl, and she
will be going through a lot when she leaves her family and home behind
to become your wife"