Overture
My knees were beginning to tremble a bit and I could feel a strange buzzing behind my jaw. As I was escorted by two ladies towards a cushion on a carpeted floor, the only thought to run through my head was 'I hope he doesn't pronounce my islamic name wrong!' and 'Wow my bare feet are really dirty.' "
After 5 turns around the mosque (or at least that was what it felt like), I sat down and watched him from under my fake eyelashes (thanks, makeup artise Sharina, who did a fantastic glam job on me).
He looked rather calm and collected, still struggling with a slight cough. All around me I could hear chatter, my mom was asking 10,000 questions about whether she was to sit here or there, his mother wanted to put stockings on my feet, and someone was gesturing to my sister to hand my IC to Kevin to hand to Jo cos I can't move my head (veil was held precariously by 1 pin).
Someone said "Qadi isn't here yet!" And that roused a whole new wave of noise as everyone checked their watches and tittered and tutted if we were going to proceed on time. It was a storm of noise and chaos, and all I could see in front of me were blinking flashes from cameras and mobile phones aiming this way.
Ears buzzing, I lifted my eyes for a far-away focal point. Then I saw him looking at me, a steady gaze with slight concern. Separated by an ocean of islamic ettiquette and green carpet across 4 feet of corridor.
He hitched his chin slightly, and my throat loosened. Heartbeat returned to normal, noise receded and I was amused and impressed with how he looked. Dang, very smart. I like.
I smiled back at him, and raised my eyebrows slightly.
Yeah, I'm fine now.
The Qadi sat down, and we began.
After 5 turns around the mosque (or at least that was what it felt like), I sat down and watched him from under my fake eyelashes (thanks, makeup artise Sharina, who did a fantastic glam job on me).
He looked rather calm and collected, still struggling with a slight cough. All around me I could hear chatter, my mom was asking 10,000 questions about whether she was to sit here or there, his mother wanted to put stockings on my feet, and someone was gesturing to my sister to hand my IC to Kevin to hand to Jo cos I can't move my head (veil was held precariously by 1 pin).
Someone said "Qadi isn't here yet!" And that roused a whole new wave of noise as everyone checked their watches and tittered and tutted if we were going to proceed on time. It was a storm of noise and chaos, and all I could see in front of me were blinking flashes from cameras and mobile phones aiming this way.
Ears buzzing, I lifted my eyes for a far-away focal point. Then I saw him looking at me, a steady gaze with slight concern. Separated by an ocean of islamic ettiquette and green carpet across 4 feet of corridor.
He hitched his chin slightly, and my throat loosened. Heartbeat returned to normal, noise receded and I was amused and impressed with how he looked. Dang, very smart. I like.
I smiled back at him, and raised my eyebrows slightly.
Yeah, I'm fine now.
The Qadi sat down, and we began.
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