i have an announcement.
i have been very quite about this but i think its time I mention it.
ok so here goes....
I'm getting married in 2 weeks time.
yes I'm being serious.
in exactly 2 weeks time.
the count down has started.
it wasn't a last minute dot.com thing, its been going on since my trip to hajj i just have kept rather quite about it. its just the idea of getting married freaks me out some how and i have only just come round to the fact (though its all my decision and hamdullilah im happy), in my year of engagement i have banned people from saying the w word in my presence, the w word being wedding lol, so i knew that eventually the date of the wedding would approach but i didn't realise how fast, subhannalah time flies.
so yeh on the 3rd of April inshallah i will shed my past life and start a new one, not that I'm gonna change or anything, seriously new brides really peeve me off, like being married means having a stick, actually i wont finish that sentence... anyway they need to lighten up and that people who are not married does not make them inferior anyway the point is i realise that responsibility is attached with marriage life and etc etc but white african will hopefully remain the same in terms of her personality and sense of humour.
now the ranting will begin, i swear i am going to keep an online diary of all the craziness associated with preparing for a wedding.
I'm being told off left, right and centre from every one for not stressing
'inganik barda' (your so laid back)
'walahi ti7tagee shwayt 7arara, ta7rkee' (i swear you need to be more motivated, move it)
see its not that I'm lazy i just think why should i make myself stressed and all panicky, and so what if i haven't sorted out my hair and make up yet, or if my bouquet is not ready, or if or if or if or if, the list goes on.
everything will be ok inshallah.
anyway the journey has been rather interesting to say the least.
it had its ups it had its downs, moments of total confusion, moments of sheer 'my god what am i doing', moments of excitement, moments of exhilaration.
I've laughed, I've cried buckets in fact, I've ran around the room and i have sat down in the corners, its been simply crazy.
my mother bless her has sorted most of the things from like 8 months ago seriously, she is well organised, i on the other hand have a care free kind of less stressful look on things which seriously annoys my mother.
i love how we can have full blown arguments about the colour of confetti.
anyway i have come to the conclusion that when a girl gets married its not really her wedding, its her mothers wedding, so my turn will come when i marry my daughter of, see that's how things work...
and don't get me started with invitation list, see this is how the conversation starts:
mama: nasayt ni3zim fulana blah blah (i forgot to invite so and so)
me: mama please, i don't even get on with this woman
mama: la kayf, ma3gulah mani3zimhash? maho fee sanah, garn blah blah jitnee fil 7awsh it zoor feeyah, lazim ni3zimha (what, how can i not invite her, in the year so and so in the century blah blah she came to visit me, i have to invite her)
me: mama ok ilee itshufee (ok mum whatever you want)
mama: bahee, sa7batik mitakda tibee kilhum ijoo? (ok your friends, are you sure you want all of them to come)
me: mama of course, i would rather my friends than some of the people your inviting who cant seem to stop gossiping about every aspect of peoples lives, so yeh all my friends are coming.
mama: ok habibty i didn't mean anything I'm just considering the numbers, remember the place doesn't take more than 350 guests.
me: ok, so lets knock of a couple of your friends starting with blah blah blah
mama: la 3ayb, miskeena shin daritlik (no that's rude, what has she done to you)
me: mama that's not the point
mama: bil3aks it7ibik wajid oo deema tasal 3alyik (on the contrary she really likes you and shes always asking about you)
me: ok mama ok.
and that's how its goes day in day out.
and don't even get me started with the invitation cards, when i went to Bangladesh last year i decided i would get my wedding cards from over there as they are cheaper and they have more of a variety.
so that's what i did, but i didn't get them printed as i didn't know the wedding date and the venue and all that business, plus it needed to be printed in both English and Arabic so i brought them back empty inside.
it was such a hassle finding a printer that would do it for us, either they needed no less than 6,000 to print, imagine 6,000 invites lol, or they couldn't do it in Arabic, so the cards got ready last week Tuesday, slightly late, but like i told my mother better late than never, she just gave me a look as if to say 'don't open that mouth of yours'.
ok I've ranted denough for now, till the next entry.