Part 113 – The Desert Safari

I was all for this desert safari. I was even excited. But I can’t tell you how hot it was. And to be in the desert in the scorching heat under the sizzling sun made me wish we were back in London’s grim weather.

Yasmeen: I don’t know what to wear!

Zaheer: Clothes.

Yasmeen: Well aren’t you super helpful?

Zaheer: Yasoo, wear anything.

Yasmeen: Zaheeroo, please go eat breakfast downstairs. You’re not helping me.

He laughed, kissed my forehead and opened the room door.

Zaheer: Don’t be too long. Breakfast ends soon.

Once he left I huffed and fell onto my bed that was covered in clothes.

The dilemma was that as much as I loved wearing black, it would absorb the heat and I wanted to stay cool today.

On top of that, jeans always made me feel clammy, but I couldn’t wear a skirt or dress. That would be impractical!

Here I was complaining like I had first world problems when I really didn’t. Sometimes I really thought I needed to look at life through the eyes of selfless person, someone like Uzair for example!

Deciding that I had made a mountain out of a mole hill, I stressed less about what I wore and settled for beige cotton pants with a white lace blouse. I don’t think I looked particularly Arab for this desert safari so I wore an Arabian styled scarf to bring a touch of Arabia!

All the friends of the bride and groom were set to meet at the hotel Ismaeel and Camilla were staying at. Many of the faces were familiar to me but majority of them were foreign. I figured they were Camilla’s cousins whom I’d never met along with Ismaeel’s friends.

Zaheer and I found our group of Bobats and stuck with them, waiting for the safari cars to arrive. Once they did we were seated in groups of 6.

Fathima: We’re only 5 people.

Car Driver: You’ll have to find one more person.

I saw Ashley standing outside the car and ushered her over.

Yasmeen: Mind jumping in with us? We need one more person.

Ashley: Err, sure. Where do I sit?

I looked around. Zayaan had taken the passenger seat leaving Fathima to sit with Zaheer and I in the middle three seats. That meant Ashley could sit on the two seater in the back with Uzair.

Yasmeen: Do you mind sitting with Uzair?

Ashley: Not a problem.

I rubbed my hands together in silent glee! Fathima noticed and shot me an ‘are you crazy’ look.

The cars set off towards the desert. The ride didn’t feel long and that was all because of the company we had.

Zayaan kept the banter going with Zaheer giving his two sense every so often. Fathima and I were there laughing hysterically but the voices you couldn’t hear were Uzair’s and Ashley’s.

And when I turned around I realized we couldn’t hear their voices because they were deep in conversation talking to each other.

I quickly shifted my body so that I was facing front, not wanting to pry.

I couldn’t even strain my ears to hear what they were saying because,  come on, spying is frowned upon in Islam.

So I whispered in Zaheer’s ear.

Yasmeen: Distract me.

Zaheer: From what?

Yasmeen: The two behind me. I’m trying so hard to NOT hear what they’re saying so I need you to distract me.

Zaheer: Yass…

Yasmeen: Zahh…

Zaheer: This is dumb.

Yasmeen: Distract me!

Zaheer: Fine, I don’t know if I ever told you but I’m scared of this.

Yasmeen: Of what?

Zaheer: THIS! This desert dune driving.

I looked at him with a confused expression.

Zaheer: When I was maybe twelve years old we went for one of these with my grandparents. And let’s just say the car kind of fell over.

I put my hand over his and put my head on his shoulder.

Zaheer: Never been on a desert safari since because-

Yasmeen: Because you’re a pitchkar?

Zaheer: Im a what?

Yasmeen: A scaredy cat! Whatever happened to facing your fears Zah?

Zaheer: I’m facing it now aren’t I? With you.

I smiled and laughed.

Yasmeen: Well yes, valid point.

Zaheer: Was that distracting enough for you Mrs Mohamed?

Yasmeen: Indeed it was Mr Mohamed, thank you.

Fathima: What are you two whispering about over there?

Zayaan: Has Yasmeen finally admitted she’s pregnant?

Fathima swatted Zayaan from the back and Ashley exclaimed…

Ashley: YOU’RE PREGNANT!? What? I’m not even married and you’re having a kid?

Yasmeen: Nooooo! I’m not! Zayaan is just… Zayaan.

Ashley: You scared me for a second Yaz. But wouldn’t it be cute to have a mini Yasmeen or a Zaheer Junior?

Zayaan: That’s what I keep saying. You two need to hurry up. Hafsa needs company.

Yasmeen: Guys this is so pressurizing.

Uzair: She gets enough beans about this from the old aunties, leave it.

And I saw Ashley turn to look at Uzair as he came to my defense.

The look was one of admiration.

I saw her smile at him before she turned to look out the car window.

I smiled in glee once again while Fathima looked less than impressed.

It was her turn to whisper.

Fathima: You better know what you’re doing. He’s a good guy, he deserves someone amazing.

Yasmeen: Fatz, trust me on this. Ashley has had a bit of a tough run in her life but I genuinely think Uzair is good for her. And Ashley will help Uzair lighten up a little. Uzair is so Uzair!

I accidentally said the last sentence a bit too loud.

Uzair: I heard my name.

Yasmeen: Err.. Umm.. I was just, I was just talking about-

Fathima: About the charity work you do.

Ashley: Charity work?

Uzair: Not really charity work.

Yasmeen: Yes really charity work. He is like mother Theresa.

Uzair: And she is exaggerating.

Ashley: But I’m intrigued now. Please, tell me more.

And Uzair dived into the topic of how he travels around the world and the work he does, although he kept on insisting what he does is nothing.

While Uzair and Ashley were still deep in conversation, we stopped at the start of the sand area momentarily before the dune bashing began.

And boy was it fun!

Even Zaheer enjoyed himself with all the screaming he did.

Once the dune bashing segment of the day was done, we all got off the car at our safari destination, the camp!

There were quad bikes and camel rides and mini stores and henna. Could life get any more Arabian than this?

Camilla and Ismaeel started the fun by taking the quad bikes for a spin before everyone else.

We watched them go up and down hills and my stomach went in knots as I stood next to Zaheer and watched them.

Yasmeen: Want to know a little secret? I’m scared of quad bikes.

His jaw went low and his mouth went into a big O.

Yasmeen: Close your mouth. Flies will go inside.

Zaheer: And you call me a pitchkar?

Yasmeen: Well quad biking is dangerous. People die from it.

He took my hand in his.

Zaheer: Come on drama queen, it’s time to face your fears.

And that was how I ended up sitting behind Zaheer on a quad bike holding onto his waist for dear life!

It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time and when it was over, Zaheer’s face was beaming; it was a rare smile he had only when he was ecstatic.

Yasmeen: This is a total Kodak moment.

Zaheer: What, you on a quad bike?

Yasmeen: No, your smile! It’s my favorite smile of yours.

Zaheer: I have different smiles?

I nodded my head in agreement.

Yasmeen: Aha, you do. Come on now, I want to go on the camel.

After camel rides and quad bikes and lots and lots of pictures, half the group sat down around the belly dance stage while the rest of us went our own way into the desert to gaze at the stars.

Zaheer: So I have a question, when are you actually going to start your Cupid company?

Yasmeen: Have you been paying any attention? It’s already in action!

Zaheer: Where? I don’t see you introducing Uzair to any girl.

Yasmeen: Zaheer, look around; where is Uzair right now?

Zaheer looked around.

Zaheer: Ahhhh, I see him. Ashley and Uzair? Really?

Yasmeen: Yes really.

Zaheer: Well, I see why widow would want them together.

Yasmeen: YOU DO!? Finally! Someone that sees it!

Zaheer: Yeah, I mean I knew Ashley and I knew that she was, still is capable of a lot of love.

Yasmeen: Wow that sounded a little feminine babes.

Zaheer: Don’t babes me babe.

Zayaan: You two speak so loudly and your flanter is making me nauseous.

Good old Zayaan! Always there to ruin the moment!

Ashley and Uzair spoke the entire night. There was not a single moment I could corner Uzair or Ashley to ask how their night was going, until Ashley got up to get herself a bottle of water.

Yasmeen: Uzair… Come here!

Uzair: Bossy, were you ever taught to say please?

Yasmeen: Why does it feel like you’re not even here with us?

Zaheer: Because he’s too busy chatting up the ladies

Uzair: Not ladies. Just one lady.

And his gaze shifted to the direction Ashley had walked away in.

Yasmeen: Tell me all! And don’t even say there’s nothing because I know and I sort of kind of planned it.

Uzair: You planned it? So you intentionally made her come into our car?

Yasmeen: Cupid at your service. I won’t pry, I just want to know what you think of her.

Uzair: She surprised me. In one day I saw her differently.

Yasmeen: Differently how?

Uzair: From the little I remembered about her, which was that she was not the most loyal of friends to you, my opinion changed. Her interest in Islam blew me away. You already know that though, she said she was talking to you about it.

Yasmeen: Yes, that shocked me too, but do you see this going anywhere?

He brushed his hand through his hair and pondered.

Uzair: Yes, I do. I mean, she is SO not a girl I would ever picture myself with. But in one day she opened up to me and I figured her out.

Yasmeen: And what is she?

Uzair: She is one helluva girl. Works too much, I told her that but her witt, her intelligence, her slight sense of shyness makes me think, makes me hope that I could I don’t know-

He trailed off and I looked at Zaheer with wide eyes and a big smile.

I wanted to express my joy at hearing what Uzair had just said, but I remained cool calm and composed.

Yasmeen: Well, we all know you won’t do anything too haram. But I hope if it’s what you want, hopefully it works out.

Uzair: Thanks Yas. I’ll see you’ll later, going to check up on Ashley.

And he walked away leaving Zaheer and I on our own.

I rested my head on Zaheer’s shoulder and sighed.

Yasmeen: Ah, young love.

Zaheer: You make it sound like we’re old.

Yasmeen: Well with all this baby talk I sometimes feel really old.

Zaheer: Don’t listen to everyone else Yas. When we’re ready for a baby, we’ll know.

And he kissed my forehead.

Yasmeen: You’re right. The Mohamed Baby will come when it comes. Right now, we can just enjoy being a pair.

Zaheer: Two peas in a pod? Or is that too lame?

Yasmeen: That was lame! This is why we can’t be parents yet, our kids will say lame stuff like that.

Zaheer: And they’ll have a big mouth like their mother.

Yasmeen: And they’ll be conceited like their father.


Author’s Note

Hmm, still so many mixed reactions about Uzair and Ashley but what to do, I’ve made up me mind!

I should warn you, I will be slightly busy for the first week of August so if I don’t post every second day, I apologize in advance.

Enjoy le post.

Much Love, Tasmiyah x






Part 112 – Unplanned Reunion

Destination weddings are always fun. There’s just something about having a wedding in a different country or city that makes it more exciting!

The line up for wedding week was an Arabian ladies night followed by a desert safari for all the friends of the groom and the bride. Then came the wedding reception itself which was joint between the bride and groom.

To say I was excited would be an understatement. It had been a while since I attended a wedding. Living in London meant that Zaheer and I couldn’t always be at every wedding.

But this excitement was doubled as I would also be seeing my long lost school friends! As if that wasn’t enough, my Cupid company was already coming to life as I realized Uzair would be able to meet my friends on the desert safari.

Yasmeen: I’m so excited for this! Got my belly dancing skirt out and everything.

Zaheer’s face turned grim when I said that.

Zaheer: Belly skirt what!?

Yasmeen: Would you chill. I’m wearing it for the ladies ONLY function. And if that’s not enough, I’m wearing it with tights!

His expression changed into a beaming smile.

Zaheer: Much better my love.

And he gave me a kiss on my cheek while I rolled my eyes.

Yasmeen: Men, they are so temperamental.

Zaheer: Woman, they are so stubborn.

Yasmeen: Let’s not ruin my insanely good mood with this argument that I’ll win anyway.

Zaheer: You got jokes Yas. You should have become a lawyer. All you do is argue.

Yasmeen: I know right. Oh well! Anyway, what are you doing tonight?

Zaheer: Why do you ask? Need to keep tabs on me?

And he said it with a wink. Sometimes I really questioned why I married this immature big mouth.

Yasmeen: Definitely need to keep tabs on you. You can’t be trusted in this party town.

Zaheer: Yass….

And he rested his chin on my shoulder as he stood behind me.

Zaheer: I was kidding.

Yasmeen: So was I.

Zaheer: But seriously, why do you ask?

Yasmeen: Care to drop me off at the ladies night?

Zaheer: Anything for you Yasoo, anything for you.

The Arabian Night was in full swing by the time I arrived. With female guards at every entrance of the hotel ball room, it was impossible for any men to enter.

The ceiling of the ball room was draped in shades of gold and dark blue. On one side was a long buffet table and on the other, tables and couches and puffs were scattered where ladies sat and socialized.

I spotted Fathima and a few of Ismaeel’s female cousins sitting at a table. As I made my way over to them a hand grabbed my elbow and I came face to face with Lia.

Yasmeen: LIA!!!!!

And I enveloped her into a huge hug, squeezing the air out of her lungs in the process.

Lia: Well I’m glad you remember me!

Yasmeen: Oh ha ha. Just because I haven’t seen you does not mean I forgot you! I really really have missed you and oh my god your hair! You look so different.

Lia: Hmm, good different or bad different?

Yasmeen: Good of course! How have you been? How’s California?

Lia: Amazing! Totally settled there but I come back to Dubai like all the time. I miss it.

Yasmeen: I miss the simple high school life.

Lia: Ahaha, yeah that too. How’s London?

Yasmeen: London is London. Some days I love it. Some days I really don’t love it.

Lia: But you’ve been there for what, four five years?

Yasmeen: Yeah, it will be five years soon, but Durban is home.

Lia: Aww, cutie. And how is the infamous Zaheer?

Yasmeen: Zaheer is still…. Zaheer! Only now he’s married.

As I was about to ask her if she had settled down and found someone, a voice interrupted our conversation.

Zainab: Yasmeen? Yaz? Is that you?

I looked behind Lia to see Zainab approaching us.

This was like an unplanned reunion!

The three of us chatted and caught up, reminiscing about the old days and talking about our current lives and jobs.

Ashley joined us at some point in the conversation and I swear for a moment it felt like old school times.

When an announcement was made that Camilla was going to walk in, the four of us seated our selves at a table awaiting the arrival of the soon to be bride.

It may not have been a wedding but Camz still walked down the length of the ball room. She looked breath taking in a while and gold Arabian style dress.

Soon after, people began to make their way towards the buffet table. I on the other hand dashed towards Camilla.

Yasmeen: Camilla!

Camilla: Yasmeen! I’m so glad you made it.

Yasmeen: I can’t believe I’m seeing you after so long. When Ismaeel said he’s putting a ring on it, and when he said you were the bride, only then did I realize it had been too long since I last saw you.

Camilla: Oh don’t be silly! We’ve all been so busy with our lives so you’re excused for not coming to visit me all these years.

Yasmeen: Well I’m so happy for you and Issy. May this marriage be filled with happiness and love and blessings.

Camilla: Ameen! You’re looking well Yasmeen. A little fairer than I remember?

Yasmeen: That’s probably because I went from living under the Dubai sun to living under clouds and rain and minimal sunlight.

Camilla: Shame man, so move back to Dubai!

Yasmeen: You try telling Zaheer that. Husband’s happiness comes first. That’s the number one rule in marriage.

And we both laughed at how I sounded like an old granny.

I wished Camz well and said I would see her soon as other people came to greet her.

Fathima: Ditcher! There you are.

Yasmeen: I’m the Ditcher? It’s not my fault this wedding has all my school friends in attendance.

Fathima: And you don’t even introduce me to them!

Yasmeen: Would you like to meet them missy?

Fathima: Nah, I’m good. So who’s the girl of Uzair’s dreams?

Yasmeen: what!?

Fathima: Don’t look so surprised. I know you and I know how your mind works. You told Uzair you would show him all your friends but I know you have one particular girl in mind so spill!

Yasmeen: Aww, it’s cute how you know me so well.

Fathima: Stop changing the subject. Tell meeee! I’m dying in suspense.

Yasmeen: Fine fine, Ashley.

And a a moment of silence passed as Fathima stood there shocked.

Fathima: Tell me I did not just hear you say that.

Yasmeen: Sorry I can’t. I did just say that.

Fathima: WHY!? WHY? I mean WHYY!

Yasmeen: I don’t know how to explain it but I just see it. I see them both working out to be happy together.

Fathima: Well I did not see that coming. When are you going to introduce them to each other?

Yasmeen: Tomorrow while we’re all on the desert safari.

Fathima: You’ve really thought this all through.

Yasmeen: I know! I’m a genius.

Fathima: Please! Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

The night carried on in its Arabian fashion with Arabian entertainment and desserts. Zaheer and Zayaan had dinner together with Uzair so the trio collected us from the venue.

Zaheer and I took a taxi to the Waldorf Astoria while the rest of them went to their hotel.

As I was wiping my makeup off and washing my face, Zaheer sat on the bed flicking through the channels.

Zaheer: So how was your fancy pancy Arabian night?

Yasmeen: It was really gooood. I met all YOUR friends.

Zaheer: All MY friends?

Yasmeen: Yes, Lia, Ashley, Zainab the list goes on.

Zaheer: Last time I checked they were YOUR friends.

Yasmeen: They all asked about you, I told them you died.

Zaheer: You WHAT!?

Yasmeen: It’s not like your existence affects their life anymore.

Zaheer: Is someone getting jealous?

Yasmeen: Me? Jealous? Why would I ever be jealous?

Zaheer got off the bed and came to the bathroom, standing behind me so that we were both looking at each other in the mirror.

Zaheer: Because we’re all going to be together tomorrow and Yasmeen is insecure.

Yasmeen: Yasmeen is NOT insecure. Yasmeen just likes troubling Zaheer.

Zaheer: Zaheer doesn’t like being troubled by Yasmeen.

Yasmeen: I know, but that’s the best part.

And I turned around and gave Zaheer a kiss on the cheek before walking out the bathroom.

Zaheer: You women!

Yasmeen: You love us.

Zaheer: Sometimes.

Yasmeen: All the time.

Zaheer: Maybe…

Yasmeen: Definitely.

And we continued to argue and talk and bicker until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.



Author’s Note

Sozz. This was meant to be posted yesterday but I didn’t have time.

Any who, the mixed reactions from my choice of pairing Uzair and Ashley together are HILARIOUS!

Some people are excited and some people down right hate it LOL.

Keeps me entertained though, so keep sharing your options and views on zee blog!

Much Love, Tasmiyah x



Part 111 – Don’t talk that Baby talk.

Uzair’s POV

The thing about volunteer work is that it makes you see life from a different perspective.

It makes you appreciate everything more than you had previously.

It makes you want to be selfless as you strive to help others.

But for me it made me want to, more than anything else, settle down and start a family.

On a daily basis I was assisting poor families, helping build homes for them, or build wells for them, or build schools for children.

It was time for me to build a home of my own and have children of my own. But of course, before any of that could even happen, I had to find a girl.

And we all know how hard it is to find a nice girl in this day and age.

It seemed that most of the girls I was in university with were already married… WITH KIDS!

And here I was, single and still on the look out for a wife.

Well that’s not the whole truth. My mother was on the look out for a possible wife because you know what they say, mothers know best!

But it was taking a toll on her. In the end, she said I was too fussy and she gave up!

Imagine, a mother giving up on her own son.

So here I was arriving in Dubai with Fathima and Zayaan to attend Ismaeel’s wedding, only I was given explicit instructions by my mother to not only enjoy the wedding, but to make an effort to look for a wife.

The taxi took us to the hotel from the airport. The minute I laid eyes on the hotel bed I was lights out. Not that I had a lot of time to sleep; Ismaeel insisted on meeting up for lunch.

A few hours later I was sitting at a restaurant in JBR with Ismaeel, Zaheer, Yasmeen Fathima and Zayaan.

Yasmeen: Where’s baby Hafsa?

Fathima: Left her with my mother in law. She stayed behind to look after Nuha m

Zaheer: How was the flight?

Zayaan: Packed! Full full full, not an empty seat in sight.

Yasmeen: Yeah, because school starts again in Dubai pretty soon, so everyone is coming home.

Zayaan: Oh ho, sorry Miss Dubai.

Yasmeen: Eh, it’s Mrs London now.

Fathima: Will the arguing between you two ever end?

Zayaan and Yasmeen both looked at each other and in union said ‘Nope!’

Ismaeel: Guys I’m not usually the emotional type but I just want to say thank you all for coming. Means a lot-

Yasmeen: Aww, just glad we could be here Issy.

Ismaeel: I wasn’t done Yasmeen. You just cut me off!

And the table erupted into laughter.
Good ole’ Yasmeen Raheem.
Can never keep her mouth shut.

Yasmeen: Sorry sorry, carry on.

Ismaeel: As I was saying, thank you. Not all the family could be here for this wedding week, but I’m glad I’ll still have you guys.

Uzair: Where is all this emotion and love coming from? We’re cousins and in my whole life I’ve never felt as appreciated as I do right now.

Zayaan: You’re not even married yet and you’re turning soft.

Yasmeen: Shame leave the guy alone! Zay you’ve also turned soft so please you can’t talk. And Uzair… Just wait till you married. We’ll be teasing you as well.

Fathima: Uzzi did you hear?

Uzair: Hear what?

And I saw Yasmeen giving Fathima big eyes signaling for her to shut up.

Fathima: Err… Never mind.

Uzair: How, you sparked my interest, now tell me.

Yasmeen put her head in her hands covering her face and Zaheer was trying to supress a laugh.

Fathima: You’re part of Yasmeen’s new project.

I raised an eyebrow.

Uzair: New project? Enlighten me.

Fathima: Yasmeen why don’t YOU tell Uzair.

Yasmeen: Nah, I’m good. This is embarrassing enough.

Fathima: Well I’ll just say it then. She calls it ‘The Cupid Company’ and she is the self appointed wannabe Cupid.

I was at a loss for words.

I think we all were because the entire table just looked at Yasmeen like she had lost her marbles.

Except Zaheer that is. His whole body was shaking with laughter.

Yasmeen: Well when Fathima says it like that it makes me sound insane!

Uzair: Self appointed Cupid, how does that NOT sound insane?

Yasmeen looked at Zaheer with pleading eyes saying ‘what did I get myself into.’

Zaheer: You and your big mouth. It lands you in all sorts of awkward conversations.

Yasmeen: I know. I really need to shut up.

Uzair: Can someone please still explain this to me? Is she for real?

Yasmeen: Ignore what Fatz said. I was simply thinking of how I could help introduce you to my friends from school at the wedding. Simple! But these people keep making fun of my Cupid company idea.

Uzair: Because you named it Cupid company! Of course they’ll laugh.

And Zayaan, Ismaeel and Zaheer started laughing again.

Yasmeen: Laugh all you want but I’m serious. Uzair, seriously Zaheer will be more than happy to introduce you to them.

Zaheer: How did I get roped into this?

Yasmeen: Well you’re married to me so obviously I’d find a way to involve you in this.

Zayaan: You know what I think? I think you have a LOT of time on your hands.

Yasmeen: And your point is?

Zayaan: It’s time for you to get a kid! You’ll be nice and busy and you won’t have time to think up weird stuff like this.

And they were back at the topic of how Yasmeen should get a baby.

The limelight really was on her in the past few months.

With both her best friends embarking on the path of parenthood, the aunties could not stop giving her a hard time on the topic of babies while she was in Durban.

Even I noticed that!

While they argued about Yasmeen’s not so pregnant state, I thought about what she said.

Would it really hurt a fly if Yasmeen introduced me to a few nice girls?

Of course, they may not be the typical South African girls one would find back home, but variation is the spice of life!

And after all the cultures I had been introduced to in the past few years, after all the different places and the different people I encountered, I embraced variation much more than I had previously.

In the middle of their arguing I decided to butt in.

Uzair: Okay.

Everyone turned to look at me.

Zayaan: Okay what? Okay she should get a baby or okay she shouldn’t get a baby?

Uzair: I meant okay to Yasmeen’s project!

Yasmeen’s facial expression along with everyone else’s on the table was one of utter shock.

Yasmeen: Seriously? Like seriously!?

Uzair: As long as the girl is Muslim and as long as you know, my mother would accept her and whatever then okay, you can show me these girls.

I expected Yasmeen to be squealing and clapping her hands, excited that I agreed.

Instead, she turned to face Zaheer and started gloating.

Yasmeen: I’m sorry what? Did you hear that? Who was it that thought Uzair would say no to my plan? What was that Zaheer? Don’t underestimate the power of Yasmeen Raheem.

Zaheer: I don’t under estimate the power of Yasmeen Raheem, because she doesn’t exist. I underestimate the power of Yasmeen Mohamed.

Yasmeen: Witty guy.

And she continued to gloat while Zaheer sat there rolling his eyes.

How he survived with her constant talking, God alone knows.

Let’s just hope her friends were not as chatty as her.

As we were leaving the restaurant after our lunch outing, I pulled Ismaeel aside wanting to talk to him alone while everyone else walked in front of us.

Ismaeel: What’s up Uzzi?

Uzair: When did you know you were ready for this?

Ismaeel: For what, lunch?

Uzair: No man. Marriage.

Ismaeel: Eh, I dunno man. I was just at a point where I wanted to be with Camz properly. I was tired of long distance and I felt ready to take care of her. It sounds so soppy man but that was it for me.

Uzair: And how did you even know you wanted Camilla to be your wife?

Ismaeel: Where are all these questions coming from? These sound so girly!

Uzair: Man, just answer it.

Ismaeel: Thats different for everyone. You’ll end up doing it the halal way. I did it the not so halal way so for me it would be different.

I ran a hand through my hair thinking over what Ismaeel said.

Uzair: I get your point. Okay my girly questions are done.

Ismaeel laughed and swung an arm over my shoulder.

Ismaeel : It’s not as scary as it seems Uzzi. When you meet a girl you click with, trust your instinct and imagine a future with her. If you can she’s a keeper. Make Nikki’s blah blah blah and there you go. You’re a married man

Uzair: You make it sound like a piece of cake but we’ll see. Right now, let’s focus on getting you married please.

We all spent the day together after lunch, talking walking shopping laughing. The list goes on!

I silently thanked my mother for forcing me to come on this trip because at the end of the day, we wouldn’t be able to get back these times with Ismaeel.

Everyone can way what they like but marriage does change a person and their life, so I was grateful that I could spend this time with him before he became a married man.

Wow, how sentimental do I sound right now. I’m already turning into a softie!

Author’s Note

If anyone asks me why I have bags under my eyes, it’s due to late night blogging!!!

Like super late night blogging. Like 4am blogging.

But I can’t complain. It’s always a pleasure to be able to write for my wonderful readers.

Hope you enjoyed the Uzair POV post! Enjoy the weekend!

Much Love, Tasmiyah x


Part 110 – The Wannabe Cupid

Dubai was hot! It was a total contrast to the Durban weather we had just been in for the past few weeks. The beach was at our doorstep of the hotel yet it was impossible to go out for even five minutes without sweating.

And we all know how much I detest sweat. Eugh!

Zaheer and I spent our lazy mornings together having breakfast either in the room or in the restaurant downstairs. I could be married or an unmarried, a student or working woman but I would always love my hotel breakfasts. Always!

Yasmeen: These pancakes are so mmmm…

Zaheer: To you everything is ‘mmmm’

Yasmeen: Well the day you cook pancakes to perfection like this, that’s the day I’ll start complimenting your cooking.

Zaheer: Pa-lease. My waffles are five hundred times better than this

Yasmeen: Hmm… Maybe. I think you should make me waffles when we get home.

Zaheer: We’re only getting home in like two weeks. Think you can survive that long without my waffles?

And he said it with a wink, while I just rolled my eyes and carried on eating my pancakes.

Yasmeen: Have you seen Ismaeel’s invitation?

Zaheer: Yeah. How did we get invited to the wedding and walimah? The last time you spoke to Camilla was like what, three years ago?

Yasmeen: Ha ha. So funny! Less than three years. Actually no, wait, you’re right. It’s not my fault we lost contact.

Zaheer: See, I’m always right. You guys can ‘re connect’. All the girls from school will probably  be at the wedding.

My mind drifted towards the group of friends I had in Dubai; Ashley, Lia, Zainab, Camilla, it really had been ages since I saw them.

Yasmeen: You can’t blame me for not meeting up with them in a hurry. You were a total womaniz-

Zaheer: Yasmeeen…. Don’t start!

Yasmeen: It’s true. You were a total ‘you know what’.

Zaheer: That was also many MANY years ago.

Yasmeen: Still, fact is that is what you were, and you put me through a hard time.

Even though this was the truth, I was saying it with a smile and not seriously. A guilty Zaheer was a cute pouty Zaheer.

Zaheer reached his hand across the table to put on top of mine.

Zaheer: I know you’re trying to wind me up and it’s working. Stop guilting me.

Yasmeen: But you’re so cute when you feel guilty.

Zaheer: Please, I’m cute all the time.

Yasmeen: Yeah yeah you wish. But back to the topic at hand, the wedding, is Tariq coming?

Zaheer: Don’t think so. He’s in Washington at the moment.

Yasmeen: That boy needs to get married man. All he does is travel and work and travel and work and travel some more and work some more.

Zaheer: Open up a Cupid company. Get him married along with Uzair.

Yasmeen: That. Is a genius idea! Oh my god Zaheer!

Zaheer: Yas, I was kidding. Tariq is not even here.

Yasmeen: So what? Uzair will be here and like you said, all the girls from school days will be here as well. I can find him his dream girl.

Zaheer put his head in his hands and wore an exasperated expression.

Zaheer: Yas, hear your self please. No, I’m your husband and I say no to forcing Uzair to meet girls. It’s wrong on so many levels. He’s your ex boyf-

Yasmeen: Nnnnyaat! Do not complete that sentence Zaheer. That is in the past. I’m only trying to help him.

Zaheer: Then you don’t call me a ‘you know what’.

Yasmeen: Fine. But back to being Cupid, is it considered forcing if Uzair WANTS to meet a girl?

Zaheer just looked at me like I had lost my mind.

Yasmeen: I’m not stupid. I won’t force him. But I will introduce him to them. Or you can do that for me since you know the girls better than I do since you use to be a womaniz-

But before I could finish my sentence, Zaheer shoved a pancake in my mouth.

Zaheer: You are seriously the most annoying person ever. But I love you and your big mouth that talks rubbish half the time. And there’s only two ways to shut you up.

Yasmeen: Oh really? And what are these two ways?

He looked at me, winked, got out of his chair and walked away.

Yasmeen: Zaheer Mahomed! You can not leave me here in suspense! I need to know!

But he kept on walking away.

So I slumped into my chair and decided that instead of chasing after my husband, I would eat my pancakes in peace.

That afternoon, we met my mother and Armaan in Dubai Mall for some bonding and shopping.

Of course I didn’t go to town by blowing up the bank account in one day.

Perks of living in London meant that shopping was cheaper than Dubai, so now that I was in the land of the Arabians, I had decided to shop less and eat more!

Mummy: So what’s the itinerary for the next few weeks?

Yasmeen: Eat!

Zaheer: And sleep.

Yasmeen: And eat some more!

Mummy: You can’t eat so much. You have to watch your figure.

Yasmeen: But I’m already married so I don’t have to really keep up a figure do I?

I looked at Zaheer with a sarcastic expression.

Zaheer: Course you don’t. You can just bloat up and blow up into a balloon. Then I’ll have a fat woman as a wife.

Armaan burst out laughing finding Zaheer’s remark quite hilarious.

Yasmeen: When you’re married to someone who forces you to gym multiple times a week it’s kind of impossible to become fat.

Armaan: You gym? Yasmeen actually exercises? Oh wow! Cows may start flying guys.

Yasmeen: Remind me again, how are you so old yet so immature?

Armaan: I’m like you. That’s how.

Mummy: Eh you two, cut it out. Armaan, what did you need to get from here?

Armaan: I need to go to the electronic stores.

Zaheer: I’ll come with you.

Yasmeen: And mother dearest and I are going for tea.

My mother and I made our way towards Angelique, where we ordered coffee and desserts.

Mummy: So how was Eid in Durban?

Yasmeen: It was so nice. You should have come. I know Daddy had work but a few days wouldn’t have hurt.

Mummy: I know I know. But as long as you had a good Eid. And how was the first mother in laws Eid?

Yasmeen: Well… It was Aunty Raeesa so she didn’t let us in her kitchen at all! I had to make a lot of chit chat with a lot of old aunties. But it was good. We went to the Bobat’s Eid as well. Saw Fathima and Nuha and baby Hafsa as well. She is gone so big!

Mummy: That’s good. How is Nuha?

Yasmeen: She is quite literally ready to pop at any moment. That’s why she and Omar aren’t coming down to Dubai. Baby is on the way!

Mummy: And…

Yasmeen: And?

My mother cleared her throat.

Mummy: And when is your baby going to be on its way?

This was the second time I choked on my drink all because someone asked me when my non existent baby was coming!!!

After my coughs subsided, I composed my self.

Yasmeen: Mother, does it look like I’m pregnant?

Mummy: No, but the way you talk about food ALL THE TIME, I assumed it was cravings.

I put my head in my hands and let out a long sigh.

Yasmeen: I can assure you I am not pregnant and if I was you’d be the first person to know.

Mummy: Well don’t wait too long Yas. I’m getting old. I want grandchildren.

Why were mothers total drama queens some time?

Yasmeen: Yes Mummy. And you will get your grandchildren when the time is right. That time is not now. Now is the time for us to enjoy our tea. No baby talk please.

My mother gave me a defeated look.

Mummy: Fine.

Just as I was about to dig into a dessert I heard my name being called.

I turned around and came face to face with none other than Ashley.

Ashley: I thought I heard your voice Yaz!

And she bounced over and gave me a hug. At this point my mother took this as her que to leave, getting up from her seat and quietly leaving Angelique.

Yasmeen: Oh my god! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you. How have you been Ash?

Ashley: Busy busy busy. Work is absolutely killing me at the moment. And you? You and Zaheer still going strong?

Yasmeen: As strong as a conceited pretty boy and a drama queen can be.

Ashley laughed and then proceeded to sit in the now vacant seat opposite me.

Ashley: Are you guys down for the wedding? We should totally meet up before that.

Yasmeen: I was shocked Camilla even invited me. It’s been years since I saw her.

Ashley: It’s been ages since any of us saw you. It’s like you’re cooped up in a world of your own in London with Zaheer

Yasmeen: He says the same thing. Gives me a hard time saying I lost contact with you guys. What to do, married life keeps me content.

Ashley: You sound so happy Yaz. Lets just hope I have the good fortune of having a happy marriage.

Yasmeen: Of course you will! I’ll make it my mission.

Ashley: Find me a nice South African boy eh?

She said it in a joking way.

Yasmeen: Well you seemed to have the hots for a certain South African boy in high school if I remember?

Ashley: Hmm.. I did.

And we both laughed thinking of the slight Zaheer drama we had.

Ashley: On a serious note though, to see the man Zah grew up to be, it really makes me want to find a South African boy.

I could sense the seriousness in Ashley’s voice.

Yasmeen: Are you like for real for real? Because I mean, are you talking about Muslim South African boys?

Ashley nodded her head in agreement.

Yasmeen: Woah, give me a sec. Woah! Seriously?

Ashley: I’m just thinking about it right now. I work with a few Muslims and the more they talk about Islam the more I want to learn.

My mind was reeling from what I was hearing!

I hadn’t seen Ashley for a few years, sure, but to see the change in her point of view, to see her interest in Islam was something I didn’t expect.

Yasmeen: Well I say… Well I don’t really know what to say right now. I’m speechless!

Ashley: It’s odd! I know! But I mean if I’m interested in this, and I find a boy from South Africa, it’s like a win win situation.

I laughed at how well she had thought this through.

Yasmeen: Wow Ash! I mean you have really really shocked me here! You really have thought this through! Now we have to meet up. The Cupid company is officially open.

Ashley: The Cupid company? What?

Yasmeen: I told you, I will make it my mission to find you a nice South African boy.

Ashley didn’t know whether to laugh or take me seriously. She went with the latter option.

Ashley: I guess I’ll be calling you the ‘wannabe Cupid’ then.

I laughed at her witty remark.

Yasmeen: Brilliant name, wannabe Cupid! I love it!

We said our farewells and promised to meet soon.

I decided against telling Zaheer about my little run in with Ashley. He would only laugh.

Instead, I put on my Cupid cap and got thinking; who would be a good match for Ashley?



Author’s Note 

Jummuah Mabrook! 

So to be honest, the storyline for DOAD for the summer segment is going to be kind of focused on the ‘Cupid Mission’ of Yasmeen’s because #whynot.

Hope the first three posts so far have brought back memories for the readers. It certainly is fun for me to be writing from Yasmeen’s POV again.

Enjoy the post!

Much Love, Tasmiyah x

P.S. I may not be able to post on Saturday. 

P.S.S. Miss you homayounfar xxx



Part 109 – Farewell Durban

The days left in Durban flew by in the blink of an eye. Before we knew it, Zaheer and I were packing up our bags and getting ourselves ready for the trip back home. But first, we were going to spend some time with my parents and brother in Dubai.

The day we were leaving Durban was a busy stressful one. It was basically Zaheer and I running from house to house making salaam to every family member or friend. We saved the best for last; Fathima and the Bobats.

Zaheer: Yasmeen I know how you love to talk but we have to be back home in an hour to leave for the airport.

Yasmeen: Yes sire. Anything for you.

We both knew that wasn’t going to happen. An hour was not enough for me! I had a big mouth, what to do.

We rang the bell and we were ushered into the dining room where Nuha had laid out a table of treats.

Yasmeen: Nuha man! You’re pregnant! I told you not to make anything.

Nuha: Please! Just because I’m about to pop does not mean I am incapable of working in the kitchen.

I shook my head and hugged my heavily pregnant friend before I sat down at the table with the rest of the Bobat clan. I noticed there was a face missing.

Yasmeen: Where’s Ismaeel?

Nuha: Gone to Dubai. Wedding prep. His fiancé insisted he be there two weeks in advance. Which reminds me he left an invitation for you here.

Yasmeen: Are you all going down for the wedding?

Nuha shot me a look.

Nuha: Does it look like I can travel in this state?

I laughed and hugged her again.

Yasmeen: Oh well! I can take pictures for you.

Nuha: Weren’t you friends with his future wife?

Yasmeen: I went to school with her but we don’t really socialize much now. Not that there’s anything wrong with her. I guess I just haven’t made time to see her or talk to her.

Nuha: I feel ya. I think some of our family is going down. They leave next week. Fathima and Zayaan are going as well. Oh and Uzair I think.

Zayaan: I heard my name.

Yasmeen: Hello to you to Zayaan.

He saluted before he seated himself at the table.

Yasmeen: And where is your wifey?

Zayaan: In the kitchen helping, which is where you should be right now.

Zaheer laughed and I shot him a glare

Yasmeen: And you’re laughing why mister?

Zaheer: Because you’re cute when you glare.

I shook my head and laughed. This boy!

Just as I was about to retaliate, Uzair walked in carrying a plate of decadent looking desserts

Zaheer got up to make salaam to him while I just waved at him from a distance.

By now everyone was seated, including Fathima, and the discussion at hand was the upcoming Dubai wedding.

Fathima: Yas you better be coming! You know the girl so it’ll be easier to get along with her.

Yasmeen: So I’m the bridge between you people?

Fathima: Yup! Pretty much.

Zaheer: Uzair you coming down as well? How come no volunteer work this month?

Uzair: Yeah. My parents are basically forcing me to go. They say I don’t do anything with my life anymore and that I’m young and that this is my cousin

He shook his head.

Uzair: But I think I’ll travel to South America after Dubai. There’s a few volunteer projects I’ve heard of happening there.

Yasmeen: You can never sit still. Always traveling.

Zayaan: It’s time he gets married.

In union all Uzair’s cousins said yes.

Yasmeen: It sounds like you all just want to get rid of him. Shame!

Fathima: Yeah leave him. He’s doing something good with his life, helping other people. When the right girl comes, she’ll come.

Nuha: Yeah. He could even meet this dream girl at this wedding in Dubai.

That made everyone laugh. Uzair just shook his head and smiled.

Uzair: Yeah yeah. We’ll see.

After about an hour of talking and eating Zaheer began to look at his watch. I knew he wanted to leave to make it home in time, but I loved the atmosphere. I loved being surrounded by my best friends. It was something I really missed when I was away from Durban.

After Zaheer’s pleading eyes met mine a few times, begging us to leave, I gave in.

Yasmeen: Well guys, sad to leave but we have to.

Zaheer greeted all the boys while I said my goodbyes to Nuha and Fathima.

Nuha: Safe travels habibi! I’ll miss you man. It was so nice having you here for so long.

She hugged me close.

Yasmeen: I’m so sorry I won’t be here for when this baby bundle pops! But Insha Allah all goes well. Don’t miss me too much. I’ll see you soon Nuu! Give my salaam so to Omar

I squeezed her one last time before I blew Fathima a kiss.

Yasmeen: I’ll see you soon. You don’t need a hug.

Fathima gave me a duh look before hugging me quickly.

Fathima: I’ll see you Yassoo!

Zaheer and I got into the car and waved while we drove out the driveway.

I rested my head on my window while I watched the green Durban scenery pass us by. It’s the little things like fresh air and trees that I missed when we were in London.

We were home sooner than I thought. The bags were loaded into the Emirates chauffeur car that was waiting for us. Then the goodbyes between my in laws and Zaheer and I unfolded.

They would be traveling back to Dubai only once we were in London.

Yasmeen: Thank you Mummy for everything! We’ll miss you. You’re the only one that Zaheer listens to. He’ll even give me a hard time.

Aunty Raeesa: We’ll miss you. It’s so quiet with out you guys. Even with Aaliyah I still miss my boys.

Yasmeen: Tell Zah to move back now.

Zaheer rolled his eyes before he hugged his mother.

Zaheer: Take care of your self Mummy. Come to London?

Aunty Raeesa: In winter? Are you mad! Do you want me to freeze?

I laughed  at my mother in laws reaction.

Zaheer: You are so over reacting but I’m serious. Aaliyah is on holiday so come.

Aunty Raeesa: We’ll see.

I made salaam to Uncle Ahmad and Aaliyah before getting into the car.

I always got a little emotional leaving Durban and Zaheer knew that so the minute we got into the car, his arms wound up around me and I was cuddled in his arms.

He kissed the top of my head.

Zaheer: One day Yas, we’ll move back… one day.

I smiled and snuggled into the warmth of my husband for the duration of the car ride.

The plane ride to Dubai was an unpleasant one with turbulence and crying babies. Safe to say Zaheer and I had minimal sleep.

We arrived in Dubai in the early hours of the morning. My parents had offered to pick us up from the airport, even telling us we should stay with them at home.

But with the Emirates chauffeur at our disposal we said we would make our way to the hotel on our own.

It wasn’t easy to stay at the hotel. My mother still thinks we should have just come home to stay but Zaheer and I like experimenting with new hotels in Dubai every time we go there.

This trip we were staying at the Waldorf Astoria on the Palm. It took a bit long to drive all the way onto the Palm but once we got there and once I saw the view from our hotel room, I made up my mind that the drive was worth it.

Zaheer: Happy with the hotel?

Yasmeen: Like I ever complain.

Zaheer: You did the last time we came.

Yasmeen: That was because the hotel was right by a road and I could hear cars hooting.

Zaheer: Fussy

But he said it with a smile before he planted a little kiss on the tip of my nose.

Yasmeen: What was that for?

He shrugged his shoulders.

Zaheer: Just cause.

Yasmeen: Cause why.

Zaheer: Cause cause fussy, now go to sleep.

And I fell asleep in a king sized bed with a view of the ocean next to Zaheer feeling loved and blessed and everything in between.


Author’s Note

I must admit, the ending is corny.

But hey corny is the new cute right?

And for all the readers wondering what the posting schedule is going to be, there is no set schedule.

I shall try to post every second day if I can.

Thats the plan but if I slip up and don’t post that often… FORGIVE ME!!!

Anyway, enjoy the post!

Much Love Tasmiyah x






Part 108 – Post Eid Brunches

Previously on DOAD

Fathima married to Zayaan, with their adorable young baby daughter Hafsa spent Eid at Zayaan’s mother’s house along with his sister Nuha and the Bobat crew.

Nuha, hevaily pregnant with her hafaidh hubby Omar is ready to pop anytime soon.

Uzair surprised his parents by taking them for umrah in the last ten days of Ramadan. He spent Eid away from home with his parents. 

Yasmeen and Zaheer, happily married and living in the UK, flew down to spend Eid and the holidays in South Africa, while her parents and brother still reside in Dubai where they spent Eid.

The three best friends unite on Eid night at Nuha’s mother’s house to spend a small part of Eid together. Yasmeen finds out that Nuha’s cousin Ismaeel is getting married to a school friend of hers, Camilla.


Yasmeen’s POV

The morning after Eid I was laying in bed, tossing and turning trying to fall back asleep after Zaheer woke me up to tell me that I mustn’t wake up early and that I could sleep in. Who even unnecessarily wakes someone up like that?!

Clearly my husband does!

And now I couldn’t go to sleep and Zaheer was already lightly snoring and I didn’t want to go downstairs because if his Dadee was awake, I’d have to bare another conversation about how I need to take care of my skin.

No thank you! It was too early in the morning for that.

Our room had a view of the ocean and there was a balcony, so I quietly tiptoed towards the sliding doors and went outside, giving up on sleep.

I leaned over the railing and looked out at the ocean and thought about what a lovely Eid we celebrated.  It was nice to see the Bobat crew all together, well most of them at least. And to hear that Ismaeel was getting married! That was a complete shock to me.

How did I not know that? I asked my self.

I use to go to school with Camz, and I was so caught up in my married life I didn’t really pay attention to the friends I use to have.

And thats when I started to wonder; whatever happened to my school friends in Dubai?

I only schooled with them for a few years but I lost track of where they were and what they were doing. Of course I had them on social media but when was the last time I met up with them, or made an effort to talk to them?

Zaheer regularly met up with his friends whether it was in the UK or Dubai. Tariq and him were still as thick as thieves. He even came to our wedding.

Fun times, I thought as I played with my wedding ring twisting it around my finger.

I must have been deep in thought because I didn’t hear Zaheer walk up behind me. Rather I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

Zaheer: Good morning

Yasmeen: Oh sleeping beauty is awake?

I could feel his smile.

Zaheer: You’re sleeping beauty. I’m sleeping handsome.

I burst out laughing.

Yasmeen: That is by far the lamest thing you have ever said! How did I marry you?

Zaheer: Easily. I asked you to marry me and you said yes. Well we had to ask your father and then-

Yasmeen: Yes Zah, I know how it happened, I was there. How do you have so much energy this early in the morning?

Zaheer: Its a beautiful day. I’m with my beautiful wife. What more could a man ask for?

He gave me a kiss on my cheek and went back inside, leaving me standing there smiling like a love struck teenage girl I always become when I am around him.

The night before, the girls and I had made plans to have a couples brunch, so a few hours later Zaheer and I were with Nuha, Omar, Fathima and Zayaan brunching, talking and soaking up some sun.

Yasmeen: Nuha, I am seriously getting worried every day that passes by. Your tummy increases in size. Is that even normal?

She shot me daggers.

Nuha: Yasmeen, when you’re pregnant I’ll be telling you the same thing so chupp and drink your milkshake.

Pregnant Nuha was a feisty Nuha.

Fathima: Shame Nuha, I know what you went through. This Yasmeen here is uneducated in the knowledge of pregnancy.

And the boys for some reason found that funny. I just rolled my eyes and carried on drinking my shake.

Zayaan: Seriously though you Londoners, when is the baby coming?

And thats when I started choking up in shock on my own milkshake until I was coughing over and over again. Zaheer tapped my back lightly trying to help me get to a normal breathing state. When I could finally breathe, I looked up at Zayaan with huge eyes.

Yasmeen: BABIES?! You asking me when the baby is coming and I’m not even pregnant? Does it look like I’m pregnant? Or are you implying I’m fat?!

My outburst set Fathima and Nuha off into a fit of laughter while Omar just watched the scene unfold.

Zayaan: Oh maaf maaf. And here I was thinking we were finally getting along.

I stuck my tongue out at Zayaan. Real mature for a twenty year old, I know.

Nuha: I’ve been meaning to ask, when do you guys fly back?

Zaheer: We leave in a few days time for Dubai. We spend two weeks there  and then its back to home sweet home.

Yasmeen: HIS home sweet home. My home sweet home is Durban.

Fathima: You know we have a bet going on how long its going to take till you guys move back?

Zaheer and I burst out laughing!

Yasmeen: Seriously?! Betting is haraam but I’m curious, tell me more!

Omar: Fathima says you guys will move back by the end of this year. I said Zaheer will only even think about coming back once Yasmeen is pregnant.

Nuha: And after her little outburst, that possibility is ruled out so I guess Omar is winning the bet Fathima.

Nuha high fived Omar right before the food arrived at our table. We ate and laughed and spoke until it was nearly asr time. Then everyone parted ways with the promise of meeting again soon before Zaheer and I left Durban.

In the car on the way home I decided to ask Zaheer if he knew what Camilla was up to these days. I also made a mental note to go home and try to get in touch with some of my school friends. There was still time to meet up with them in Dubai.

Yasmeen: Zah, you know how Ismaeel is getting married to Camz right? Do you know where she is right now? Like is she in SA or Dubai?

Zaheer: I think she’s staying in Dubai. Ismaeel was saying the wedding is actually in Dubai. He said the wedding was planned very quickly so they didn’t even have invitations.

Yasmeen: Woah. Talk about simplicity. I swear it happened really fast.

Zaheer: It did. I got the whole run down from Ismaeel.

Yasmeen: I see that Zah. If you speak to him ask him for her number please. Its been ages since I spoke to her. I want to phone and congratulate her.

Zaheer: Anything for you my Yasoo!

And he picked up my hand and kissed the back of it before interlinking or fingers.

This was what happiness was for me.

Everyday being with Zaheer.

Sure we had arguments and ups and downs, but who doesn’t?

It was the little things like this that made me feel content and happy.

I had said that home would be Durban but I was wrong.

My home was wherever my hubby was.




(Sorry for the delay, but better late then never right?)

Ohmyword I cant tell you how weird and exciting it was to write from Yasmeen’s pov. Sure is different to Attiya’s for sure!

Hope this first post got you guys a little excited for the story thats going to unfold ahead.

I hope the little summary at the top was helpful to the readers. I kept it simple so that nobody would be totally and completely lost! 

On a happy joyous note, A BELATED EID MUBARAK!

I hope everyone had an enjoyable Eid.

For those returning back to University and school… good luck!

For those on holiday (like myself) enjoy the break!

Until the next post 

Much Love, Tasmiyah x 

( or should I sign off as DubainGirl? I don’t know you tell me.)