APPRECIATE THIS POST 😉 I’m still on break, but this is just a little read for you munchkins out there that are bored. A little post from Faati Pataati’s point of view 😀 Much Love DubainGirl ♥ xoxo
Hmm…. Blue. Or yellow. Or pink. Or red. Or green… Or maybe turqoise. Teal? My mind was bursting with the possible colour schemes I could have for my wedding. Who knew there were so many colours in a rainbow?! I always learnt it as just 7 colours, but now, now I was re thinking the rainbow altogether! And on top of all the wedding decisions, I had my school work to think about. Maths, english, biology, akrikaans. Can someone please remind me again WHY I took afrikaans?!?! It is so hard! And Zayaan is no help either. When ever I’m trying to memorize words, he’ll just start laughing
ME: Zay! How am I ever going to learn if you keep laughing!?
We were sitting at Gloria Jeans in gateway. I was treating my self to some macaroons once I got through my akrikaans. But it was impossible with a hysterical Zayaan sitting in front of me laughing away!
ME: (closing my book) Fine! I’m going!
ZAYAAN: (calming down) Okay Okay, I’m sorry fatooo!
ME: (rolling my eyes) Don’t ‘fatoooo’ me you monkey bum!
ZAYAAN: (laughing) Monkey bum? Real mature Fatoooooo (wink)
ME: Don’t call me fatoo!
ZAYAAN: (raising an eyebrow) Then what must I call you? Fattie, Fatz, Fatiii Patatii?!?!
He was being such a pain! Remind me again why I said yes to marrying him?! I was about to stand up and leave but he grabbed my hand…
ZAYAAN: (tilting his head to one side) Or should I call you Mrs.Bobat (smiling that half a smile that melted my heart)
I blushed a bright shade of red! I probably looked like the red velvet macaroon that had been calling out my name for the past half an hour! I couldn’t resist! I had to have a macaroon. NOW!
ME: Don’t bet on it Mr.Bobat!
ZAYAAN: Aww, Fatz, don’t be like that.. What can I do to make it up to you?
ME: Macaroon me!
ZAYAAN: (laughing) One macaroon coming right up ma lady
I smiled to my self. We had been back in Durban for two weeks, and I was still giddy from the proposal! Could I get any girlier?! Before I met Zayaan, it would have sickened me that I was behaving so childish and squirmish over small romantic things. But with Zayaan being one helluva romantic, (who knew) nothing seemed childish any more. He came back with an assortment of macaroons on a plate…
ME: Ooh those look deliciously amazingly yummy!
ZAYAAN: (laughing) Will power! Finish your afrikaans and THEN you can have one!
ME: Awww, come on Zay. Not even one smaal teeny tiny macaroon.(batting my eyelashes) Just to stop my tummy rumbling?!
As if on que, my tummy growled. Case closed. I dived for a macaroon but Zayaan swatted my hand away.
ZAYAAN: No! You going to mess your note pad with messy macaroon fingers. Allow me…
He lifted the macaroons to my mouth and I gobbled it up within seconds
ZAYAAN: Easy woman! You nearly bit my finger off (smiling)
ME: Good! (Looking around) People were staring.
ZAYAAN: Good. They must stare at my beautiful fiance who can’t speak afrikaans to save her life!
I kicked his leg and he yelled out in pain!
ME: Woops. Was that your leg? Thought it was a coakroach (wink)
ZAYAAN: A coakroach hey… Should I start having a tickle war with you?! Here?! In the middle of gateway?!
ME: You wouldn’t dare!
ZAYAAN: Oh yes I would (wink)
God, how is it that I came to meet this amazing boy! Mashallah! My whole family was thrilled for me. Although my mother did ask me a MILLION times if I was ready for this…
MUM: And are you sure you want to do this? (raising an eyebrow)
ME: Of course I want to do this…. I have to do this. At the end of the day, it’s half of my Iman!
MUM: Yeah, but Fati, do you want to do this NOW? You still so young….
ME: (sigh) Mummy, I never ever imagined in a million years I’d get married at 18. But Allah plans and we plan and Zayaan wants to do it the right way and…and….
MUM: I understand. (hugging me) I just want you to be happy and Zayaan is a good boy. And the Bobat’s are good people.
ME: I know. Shukr, I’m very lucky… (Twidling my fingers)
MUM: And they are just as lucky! Thay have you and you can make a killer Akoojee chicken curry and rice!
ME: (laughing) Mummmy! Well I learnt from the best!
It was cute! My mother and I had been getting along a whole lot more now that I was proposed. The engagement planning had started already. We had a mere 3 weeks to plan everything with the help of Yasmeen’s Aunty, Aunty Rookaya (Aka aunty Roxx). We were having the engagement in the Bobat’s huge garden. There was going to be a tent just like how they had one for Eid. I didn’t want anything too fancy. My conscious would eat me up if I wasted money on tissues and what not! My mother already started to bug me asking me about centre pieces and decorations for the wedding. I mean, the wedding was in April! 2 and a half months away! I had more important matters to deal with rather than think about centrepieces. No offence to all the girls out there that want the huge fairytale wedding, I know Yasmeen would want that, but I’m different. I don’t wnat to be an over controlling bridezilla, I don’t want to have my wedding filled with gossip queens, and I definitely wanted my wedding to be simple andsleek. Eventually my mother gave up with me and opted for…..
*drum roll please*
A WEDDING PLANNER -_-
You see, my mother and I had very different opinions on almost everything!
ME: Mummy! White is SO boring! I’m a vibrant person!
MUM: Fatimah! This is a wedding! You have to make it look elegant and not tacky
ME: Tacky?? How is that colour tacky??
MUM: Sweetie, yellow IS tacky colour for a wedding!
ME: But that’s my favourite colour!
MUM: So then myabe we can incorporate it into the engagement. We can have yellow flowers, but for the wedding absolutely no way!
ME: Mummmmmmmmmy! It’s my wedding! God this is SO stressful! I don’t even want a big wedding!
MUM: Yeah, well you have a BIG family and you marrying into an even bigger family, so get use to it!
ME: (sighing) I just don’t want to deal with all this! Yellow, blue, teal, turqoise…. As long as it looks nice ‘elegant’ and simple, I’m happpy
MUM: What about…..
ME: What about what?
MUM: A wedding planner?
ME: A what?
MUM: You know? A wedding Planner… We’ll get someone to come up with the ideas and colour schemes. You just have to approve everything.
ME: And if I don’t like it?
MUM: Then it’s their job to change it and come up with something new.
ME: Okay, we’ll get a wedding planner. You know anyone?
MUM: I think there was on aunty that BB’d me with a list of names of caterers and wedding planners. There was a muslim lady doing it. And I think she stays in Westville as well. I’ll check and let you know
I thought about it. A wedding planner would ease the workload off me. I could concentrate more on my matric year!God, matric.. I had been so warpped up in our Dubai holiday I completely forgot that I was about to go onto my final year of school
Those 4 words…
And after that, it was just going to be Zayaan and myself. Did I want to further my studies? Maybe… When the time came, I’d think about it but right now, I needed to survive this engagement AND wedding craziness! And I didn’t even have my best friend by my side which was the hardest part! We had been skyping everyday, and true to my word, I included her in al…. well most of my wedding decisions.
YASMEEN: I am SO siding with your mother! Yellow… for a wedding?!
ME: Yasmeen! I’ve heard this all before. Pleas spare me the lecture
YASMEEN: (laughing) Yellow is a lovely colour, but I know you like bright bright colours, and well.. thank god your mother has more sense than you
ME: (rolling eyes) ANYWAY, hows the revision going?
YASMEEN: Don’t even ask! I am drowning in the amount of work I have to do!
ME: (laughing) Awww, poor baby! And I hope…err… there have been no boy distractions
Just as Yasmeen was about to open her mouth to reply, the door bell rang and my mother started screaming for me
MUM: Fatimaaaaaah! Come, the aunty is here.
Oh crap! The wedding planner! My mothers screaming drowned out the sound of what Yasmeen said..
ME: Yass, I’ll call you back later okay!
YASMEEN: Sure, why’s your mother screaming?
ME: I compleeetely forgot, the wedding planner was coming today!
YASMEEN: Pfff wedding planner?! (laughing) Have fun chicka!
I threw a jersey on over my camisole, and rushed downstairs in a matter of seconds to find my self standing in front of an impeccably dressed woman.
MUM: And this is the bride to be Fatimah. Fatimah this is Aunty Yusairah Karodia. She runs a wedding planning company.
Karodia… That surname rang a bell. Wasn’t that Nuha’s ex best friends surname? Maybe this aunty was related to Yumna…
ME: (putting my hand out to shake her hand) Assalamualaykum. Jazakallah for coming to meet us Aunty Yusairah
YUSAIRAH: No problem at all. I look forward to helping you Fatimah. Your mother sounded frantic on the phone.
ME: (laughing) Well, our opinions differ on everything! And the wedding is in a few months so…
I risked a glance at my mother as she scowled, but smiled.
MUM: Can I get you’ll anything to drink?
YUSAIRAH: I’d love a glass of water please, with a slice of lemon.
MUM: And you?
Suddenly, this timid looking girl that looked my age stepped aside from behind her Aunty Yusairah.
YUMNA: Gee, no I won’t have anything to drink jazakallah.
THAT WAS YUMNA KARODIA!!! I recognized her from her facebook pictures! But the girl standing in front of me looked SO different. For one, all her clevage was covered up, and she had absolutely no makeup on! *sigh* THIS is why I never wore heavy makeup on a daily basis. Yumna looked entirely different with her face bare. Snapping me out of my shock and awe was my Aunty Yusiarah…
YUSAIRAH: Oh yes, Fatimah, this is Yumna, my daughter. She helps me with the wedding planning. I’m sure your fiance will know her. His sister and Yumna use to be very close.
I willed my mouth to move. To reply. To say something. But my mouth hung wide open, displaying and showing how shocked I truly was.
THIS was the girl… This was the infamous Yumna Karodia that caused my future sister in law so much pain. But look at Nuha. Look at how strong she was. Not holding a grudge, moving on, letting go. She was finally happy with Omar. My subconcious shook her head. This Yumna was not worth it. She wasn’t going to ruin my day. So I smiled, held out my hand and shook hers. The rest of the afternoon was full on wedding talk. Detailed discussions over colour schemes, ornaments, table cloths, centre pieces, flowers and food. Food…. and CAKE! I was so excited when Aunty Yusairah gave me a list of places where I could find a nice wedding cake.
ME: THIS will definitely be done asap! (laughing)
YUMNA: Umm, you might want to try the first number on that list. Their cakes are very nice. And… (fiddling with her thumbs) And they always change their designs so you won’t clash wedding cakes with anyone else.
I raised my eyebrows up at her. That was the first time she had spoken to me directly all afternoon.
The Karodia’s got up to leave. I won’t lie, I trusted aunty Yusaira. She had a good sense of style, and she knew what I wanted the wedding to be simple. Judging from her pictures of previous weddings, I trusted that she would be able to pull it off. But it was her daughter… It was her daughter that kind of made me gulp and take a step back, and just watch the way she was. So quiet, so lost, so insecure and unsure of her self. Was Yumna the way she was because of the whole ‘Mohammed’ incident? There was only one way to really find out. I’d have to phone my future sister in law!