Alnihayya

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إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعون
Junaid Jamshed passed away today.

Mashal

Amidst the air of congratulations and a new found happiness, I saw the men laughing and walking out of the masjid.
"What are they going to do?" I asked the lady who was hugging me.

She chuckled and said, "Dabke."
Before I could ask anything or even understand what she meant, the sound of traditional wedding songs filled the place like smoke.

Astonished, I watched in confusion as the crowd melted away from the masjid and walked out in one of the Alnihayya coridoors.
"Come on!" I heard a girl say, as she grabbed my arm and dragged me out where everyone else was going.

Once outside, the sound of laughter and claps made it clear what was happening.
The men stood in a line, holding hands. As the beat of the music changed, they stomped their feet together in a rythm.

The women formed a circle around the men, laughing and cheering while the men crossed one foot over the other, hand in hand and then repeated the steps.

It was when my eyes met Zeyara's that I actually began to enjoy the dance.
He was in the middle of the line and was easily distinguishable from the others because he was wearing a tailored fit blue suit over a white shirt. He even had a grey tie to top it off.

He was the groom and he made sure, he looked the part.

There was a sudden pause in his expression when he saw me and I felt myself gasp in awe.

I had never seen Zeyara in a suit before. I had never even seen him so directly before without the fear of sinning.
You could say he was handsome, but when I glanced inside through his eyes, he was beautiful.

A blush crept on my cheeks as his lips formed a weak smile.
The kind of smile, poets write poems about.

His warm brown eyes shone in the yellow light of the bulbs, from under his dark eyebrows and thick lashes.

Honestly, his eyelashes looked as if he had a thousand coats of mascara on them.
I was just not ready to look away from him. I kept on staring, taking in every feature of him from his strong arms to his tanned skin and his thin frizzy beard over his well defined cheek bones.
The muscles on his neck and shoulders flexed gracefully as he moved along with the beat.

I knew I was blushing openly but I couldn't care less.
He was mine.

Everyone was so absorbed in their own world. Dancing, cheering and laughing their heads off when I saw Zeyara break away from the chain of dancers and walk up to me with slow, unhurried steps.

I gaped as he moved through the oblivious crowd and in a matter of seconds, stood right in front of me.

I was still lost in his eyes, not knowing what was happening. He grabbed my hand quickly and pulled me out of the noisy, excited crowd. I felt frozen by his touch. My breath was stuck in my throat and it won't be a lie when I say I had never experienced that feeling before.