When abba jee asserts his love to you and makes emphasis upon young men that he meets and how courageous and hardworking they are, you know it's time. Tying the knot is naturally a very fascinating phenomenon to you and me, but it becomes slightly too fascinating to the elders of the family. I mean, sure, the amount of love you extract from a desi setup-ed family is ridiculous and just crazy dear to you, but things do get intimidatingly annoying.
So, one blatantly ordinary day abba jee sends out the hukum. Now, hukum ain't no joke and the humor in it is that the hukum never reaches you directly. Amma jee, undoubtedly, will be the messenger. For Aman ki fakhta, she got the hukum from the head of the family channeled through the entire family after they had discussed it with utter excitement for at least two days.
"What?" Aman ki fakhta squealed.
"Kiyon? Koi masla hai?" The ladies questioned her sounding a little abased blended with a lot of quiet muttering and whispering.
"Nahi, masla kiya ho sakta hai, jaise aap ki marzi," Aman ki fakhta didn't dare discuss.
Aman ki fakhta gets engaged with a man who she has seen all her life and never thought as someone she'll be marrying. As a matter of fact, she hasn't really ever given marriage a thought. Being engaged with him was meant to be an absolute oblivion to this fact because of her theory: Being engaged doesn't guarantee marriage. Five years of ultimate silence and the time finally comes and also the time for one of her final exams for medicine. Thrilling as it may sound the marriage ended up being on the very day of the exam; two very important days already clashing.
"You'll do it!" I ensured her.
"Dude, I haven't studied anything, you don't understand," she whined.
"Here's the deal, you give it three hours of maximum concentration and then go for your appointment with the beautician," I threw the idea to her over the phone.
"In case you haven't noticed, IT'S MEDICINE we are talking about! And I still haven't gotten my jorha's fitting tested," she freaked out.
"I know. I know. Look, since there is no way out of it, you do it. You have to do it. That's it." I concluded hanging up on her.
It was one of those times when a woman was left alone to tackle education and at the same time having all the support for marriage. Both being very important to her. They couldn't change the date for the wedding because in Karachi booking clubs for marriage is no piece of cake and then there are the tickets of relatives making in from places far away. She was to be taken to Hyderabad after rukhsati. The next being a day free and the day after that her Valeema ceremony in Hyderabad and simultaneously the next O.S.P.E in Karachi.
I stepped in the gates for the exam knowing that she wasn't going to be here. After the exam I walked down to my car and there she came running.
"Oye! Hold up."
"You freaking made it!" I yelled with sheer surprise and hugged her tight.
"Yea, my man drove me, he is great," she explained.
"Masha Allah."
"And whined about the long drive I made him do," she finished her thought.
"Haha, whining is all part of the charm," saying that we walked down to my car.
They set the example of how marriage is supposed to be the best example of teamwork. How it's meant to move on with life and not put an end to it. They made history. Everybody gets married, but how many of us get to be married and appear in finals on the same day specially being a brown woman? Well, Aman ki fakhta, I stand proud of you and your man by your side.
May Allah bless the couple with happiness, togetherness, affection and all that is fair.
Ameen.
So, one blatantly ordinary day abba jee sends out the hukum. Now, hukum ain't no joke and the humor in it is that the hukum never reaches you directly. Amma jee, undoubtedly, will be the messenger. For Aman ki fakhta, she got the hukum from the head of the family channeled through the entire family after they had discussed it with utter excitement for at least two days.
"What?" Aman ki fakhta squealed.
"Kiyon? Koi masla hai?" The ladies questioned her sounding a little abased blended with a lot of quiet muttering and whispering.
"Nahi, masla kiya ho sakta hai, jaise aap ki marzi," Aman ki fakhta didn't dare discuss.
Aman ki fakhta gets engaged with a man who she has seen all her life and never thought as someone she'll be marrying. As a matter of fact, she hasn't really ever given marriage a thought. Being engaged with him was meant to be an absolute oblivion to this fact because of her theory: Being engaged doesn't guarantee marriage. Five years of ultimate silence and the time finally comes and also the time for one of her final exams for medicine. Thrilling as it may sound the marriage ended up being on the very day of the exam; two very important days already clashing.
"You'll do it!" I ensured her.
"Dude, I haven't studied anything, you don't understand," she whined.
"Here's the deal, you give it three hours of maximum concentration and then go for your appointment with the beautician," I threw the idea to her over the phone.
"In case you haven't noticed, IT'S MEDICINE we are talking about! And I still haven't gotten my jorha's fitting tested," she freaked out.
"I know. I know. Look, since there is no way out of it, you do it. You have to do it. That's it." I concluded hanging up on her.
It was one of those times when a woman was left alone to tackle education and at the same time having all the support for marriage. Both being very important to her. They couldn't change the date for the wedding because in Karachi booking clubs for marriage is no piece of cake and then there are the tickets of relatives making in from places far away. She was to be taken to Hyderabad after rukhsati. The next being a day free and the day after that her Valeema ceremony in Hyderabad and simultaneously the next O.S.P.E in Karachi.
I stepped in the gates for the exam knowing that she wasn't going to be here. After the exam I walked down to my car and there she came running.
"Oye! Hold up."
"You freaking made it!" I yelled with sheer surprise and hugged her tight.
"Yea, my man drove me, he is great," she explained.
"Masha Allah."
"And whined about the long drive I made him do," she finished her thought.
"Haha, whining is all part of the charm," saying that we walked down to my car.
They set the example of how marriage is supposed to be the best example of teamwork. How it's meant to move on with life and not put an end to it. They made history. Everybody gets married, but how many of us get to be married and appear in finals on the same day specially being a brown woman? Well, Aman ki fakhta, I stand proud of you and your man by your side.
May Allah bless the couple with happiness, togetherness, affection and all that is fair.
Ameen.
You're not talking about someone we both know and adore and if you are then why 'amaan ki fakhta' was put to do Medicine now(and since by the grace of my Lil'-Counterstrike-playing brother Bechara keyboard's "question mark key" has lost its effectiveness so you can punctuate the end part yourself dear)=p
ReplyDeleteO! I am so talking about the person you and I both fancy. "Aman ki fakhta" is something she herself has chosen for herself to be addressed as. Beats me.
ReplyDelete'Fancy'...LOL.Well,it sure is an interesting name but right now I am thinking 0f texting her and suggest to switch to something up-to-date now like 'H ki fakhta' or 'koel' or 'Maina' ;):D
ReplyDeleteAnd again,why is she doing Medicine now-don't tell me you guys are having more subjects than the usual 3 of 1st Prof 0_0
Nope. The only variations so far that I have seen in med-schools around the country are semesters and modules from the usual annual system, with a slight bit of wobbling of subjects from here to there in the remaining 3/5th of the duration. She is doing medicine as long as she is in the med-school about which she is adamant and fortunately her husband wishes her to complete her studies as well.
ReplyDeleteAnd I believe they are putting up an excellent example as the general behavior of the society remains a proponent of ceasing the woman's education which amazes me since it's so not Islamic for a Muslim society.
Well,sadly it is like that but I can share another amazing example with you which depicts those born probably 2 decades before us,its our Associate Professor of Anatomy,a General Surgeon,got married when she too was in 2nd yr and had 4 daughters afterwards ; she has been practicing and now teaching too;been abroad with her husband for higher studies--see its passion which enables people set examples otherwise with so many (passionless)girls in med schools these days,being a medical student is just a receipt of an economical future show piece which is feasibly available in the form of a Doctor Bivi or a Doctor Bahu.:) And are you sure we live in a Muslim Society*imagine Question Mark instead*
ReplyDeleteWe definitely have got some light at the end of the tunnel. People just gotta realize that on a bigger scale. And I wouldn't buy this as a rhetorical question. Believe me, merely being called a Muslim society is keeping a lot of people from experiencing an infarction.
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