Yasmine
D-day
Me: for a few days Nabila has been telling me that she is happy with the wedding and that she is not hiding anything from me but I feel her sad, I do not feel the joy of a young married woman in her
Razak: stop me his Yasmine, the little one told you herself that she had already accepted the marriage a few years ago, today is her wedding day, dont try to put doubt in his mind
Me: No, I just want to make sure she knows what shes getting into.
Razak: stop it and go help the little one, the in-laws will be arriving soon
Me: ok
I prefer not to get into a debate that will create a fight this morning, its still a day of joy, Im probably wrong, maybe shes a little apprehensive about what will happen after the wedding, the life as a couple is not easy especially when you go to a polygamous family, that must be it, I have to stop making films for a bit
When I arrive in her room she was already dressed and put on makeup, I ask everyone to come out so I can talk to her
Me: its the big day how are you feeling? are you ready ?
Nabila: I admit that Im a little scared
Me: its normal, every married person has this fear in them before taking the plunge, are you sure thats what you want to do? you know there is still time to stop everything
Nabila forcing a smile: no my aunt I am sure of my decision
Me: okay, you see its a bracelet that your grandmother gave me on my wedding day, its a bracelet that is transmitted from generation to generation, it is transmitted to the first daughter who husband, and you will give it to your daughter on her wedding day in turn
Nabila: but my aunt normally has to go back to Malika, not to me, are you sure she doesnt mind?
Me: you are like my own daughter, I love you as if I had given birth to you, so since you are the first of my daughters to get married, she is rightfully yours
When I put the bracelet on her hand, she throws herself into my arms crying, this little one I hope she will be happy in this marriage, I hope she will be luckier than my sister in love, and if it doesnt work there Ill go get it myself
Nabila: thank you very much my aunt
Me: promise me that if youre not happy there youll come home, marriage is not an end in itself, if it doesnt work leave, you dont have to stay in a marriage which brings you nothing good on the pretext that you are afraid of peoples eyes and criticism, your happiness comes first, whatever happens there, promise me to tell me, if your husband treats you badly you just have to warn me Ill come get you, Im not tired of you yet ooohhh, Id rather have you happy near me than unhappy in a marriage you understand me?
Nabila smiling: yes my aunt I understood
Me: you too I know you, you are very impulsive and rebellious, I hope I will not hear anywhere that you have disrespected your husband, you owe him respect, if there is a problem, know how to talk to him calmly to bring him back to his senses, a womans strongest weapon is gentleness, not aggression, understood? be the good girl I know okay?
Nabila: its understood my aunt, thank you very much
They come to warn us that the beautiful family has arrived so we will go out to welcome them
I go to join Razak to ask him how the ceremony is going to go but he just asks me to let him see her for a while
Nabila
I was in my room waiting to be picked up when my uncle opened the door
Uncle Razak: your husband is here he wants to meet you before the start of the ceremony
Me getting up: ok, where is he?
Uncle Razak: Aziz is coming, you can come in
When I see it I was so shocked, its one thing to imagine it and it was another thing to have it in front of you, it would be a lie to say that its a help but, we feel that he has gone through several years on earth, we see the effect of time on his face, ooohh my God dont tell me that Im going to marry an old man like that, lord, will I be able to bear that he put your hands on me? when he walks towards me, I instinctively pull back, my heart started beating jerkily, my head is spinning, I feel like my room is spinning then its a black hole
A few hours later
I passed out at my own wedding at the sight of my so called wedding, when I woke up the man told me that our little arrangement should stay between us and that I should never tell anyone about it. whatever, after his traditional wedding has been carried out now we are on our way to my new house, we arrive a few tens of minutes later in front of a very beautiful residence the driver clacksonne and the doors open, if I think the front was beautiful I can tell you that it is nothing compared to the interior, I lived in Paris so if I am so ecstatic in front of a villa it is because it is really beautiful
Aziz: come lets go home
When we arrive in the living room there was an elderly lady who I think is his wife he leaves me with her and takes the stairs I was so embarrassed I didnt know what to say to her I stood there until til the lady comes to me
The lady: ah my daughter, are you already there? Weve been waiting for you all day, I hope everything went as you wanted
Me not knowing where to put myself: good evening my aunt
The lady: come sit down, you must be tired
I was so uncomfortable, I would have preferred her to be less nice to me, I will never be able to understand men, you have such a beautiful and nice woman at home and you are leaving to get married come and add it to the house, I wonder how the next few months will be in this house, I cant wait to be shown my room so that I can hide inside
The lady brings a girl with a tray with juices that we are served
The lady: drink my daughter you must be thirsty
Me: no my aunt it can go
The lady: you have to feel comfortable, this is going to be your house here, so you are the mistress of the house if you dont want juice we can bring you water
Me: no thank you my aunt, it can go
She asks the young girl to leave and we find ourselves again alone in the living room, I really dont know where to sit so I make myself very small, a few minutes later we hear loud voices, it looks like two people to argue, we get up, and we see two people coming down the stairs, its the famous Aziz and a much younger man, I would have said its his son but the young man is mixed race so I dont know not who it can be
The young man: no, no and no I dont agree with you
Aziz: anyway its already done and you cant do anything against his
I feel like they are talking about our marriage, the young man is not ok with the marriage at all it seems, I just happened to have problems
Aziz: anyway the wedding is already celebrated, I warned you but as usual you took it lightly
The young man raising his voice: and know that I dont care, it becomes your problem, I didnt ask you anything
The lady: youre going to lower your voice right away, can you hear me Khalil?
Aziz taking the hand of the lady: we are leaving
They leave and leave me alone with this man I dont know, my God, how am I doing? whats going on here?
Khalil: no but you? what are you doing ?