Sweaty face

A Story by Soraya

I do know that sometimes love is not enough to keep two persons together, but those stories with their sad endings make me always wishing that love is all what matters..

Sweaty face

What is she going to wear? A dress? A black dress with high heels, yes she wants to fancy herself, the black dress is her sexiest choice ever, she is thinking also to wear the bloodiest sexiest lipstick ever, then she paused for a moment asking herself a very important question : what about my hair? Because after reading Americanah, the novel written by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, she takes her hair very seriously.

She wanted to enjoy herself, and so she did, at the wedding, she danced at every song, even at the Raï ( an Algerian musical genre) songs with the silliest lyrics ever, she laughed when her cousins told her:
_this is not how you should dance at this song.
For her, dancing doesn't have rules, you just follow the flow and you laugh a lot, like she does when her cousins or like she calls them: the dance jury, make comments on her dancing calling it: Fatima's jumping and crazy moves, one of her cousins, a very severe member of the dance jury said:
_just don't forget that there is someone recording the whole wedding, and some people will watch your craziness.
When she heard this comment she felt tired , so she just joined her party people, she sat silent for a moment, her face sweaty so she decided to go to the bathroom to fix her makeup, and there she saw him a very handsome groom , he was waiting for the machta, the lady who helps the bride to wear her dresses, because in Algerian weddings the bride wears more than 3 dresses, it depends on the region, she smiled when he saw her, he was holding a very beautiful bouquet of roses, he asked so nervously:
_how do I look , Fatima?
_very silly
He laughed:
_thank you for reassuring me
_always
He was perfect, just perfect, he said with his bright beautiful eyes:
_thank you for coming, I thought after what happened between us, you would never come.
She teased him:
_so your mother invited me because she was sure that I won't show up.
_of course not
_I know that both of you have invited me to see what I've missed
_maybe, he smiled
_ you're my friend, my cousin, my many other things , of course I will always want to see how fool you look at your wedding's day and thank God that I'm not the fool bride to accept you..
The machta called him, so he said:
_I think that my fool bride is ready to take me as a husband
_yes, she is ; She said, then disappeared in the bathroom, there was a mirror, a very large one..
she was fixing her make up when her cousin rushed in:
_Fatima, what are you doing here? You're missing the whole bridal ceremony..
_I'm coming , it's just with my sweaty hands I can't fix my make up, on this sweaty face.
Her cousin closed the door, approached her and said:
_oh, Fatima , we don't call it sweat, we call them tears.

Soraya

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Soraya my friend..this one made me drowned in emotions...at the first I had thought this would go lovely but then at last...I kinda started giggling and would've cried at the next minute...I don't know how you made this emotionalism...but I just loved reading it!! A great read indeed...picking up a copy in my library!!😊