So this is it dear readers. My heart is so heavy right now, eyes filled with tears 😭 I didn’t expect this to be SO hard. This has been such an amazing journey, riddled with setbacks. But I’ve learnt so much from my characters, my readers, the friends I’ve made on here. You guys are my memon girl family! Thank you for all the love, patience, support, very heartbroken comments at times that never failed to make me giggle a little evilly 😂 This isn’t the last post, there’ll be a few scenes from different characters lives coming up but that will probably be in the new year. I’m still considering a storyline for a new blog so that’s in the books as well. For now, this is goodbye but not a permanent one. I wish you all an amazing holiday and a very happy new year! Here’s to 2018 🎊💛 I hope you guys enjoy the epilogue as I wrote it without any ideas beforehand, it came to me as I began. I can’t believe I’ve reached the end, I literally wouldn’t have done it without you guys. LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❤️x Please do let me know what you think, as this post was probably the most difficult for me. And also the most bittersweet. So I guess.. this is it. Once again, thank you so so so so so so so much for everything!
Asmaa watched her baby sister saunter down the aisle, with a heart bursting with pride and eyes filled with tears. Ismail discreetly handed her a tissue, “You’re on video, you know.”
She instantly straightened up making him snigger and so she pinched him, that moment would be watched on video in the years to come.
Her mother came over after breaking away from the crowd. “I can’t believe my baby is leaving me. What will I do without both of you?”
“You can keep Madam Nuha, no problem!”
Farhana Jooma broke into a huge beaming smile at the thought of her granddaughter. “She’s only four years old and she made such a darling poised bridesmaid! Oh she reminds me so much of you at that age. I left her to sit with your father and friends you know he loves to show his smallest princess off.”
“I know, I know. Zaid and Attiyah look so happy and well matched! It’s making me reminisce my newlywed says.”
Ismail chooses this moment to intervene, slipping his hand in hers. “And we need to go up and congratulate the newlyweds now! C’mon. Aunty Farhana, have you seen my mom?”
“Sure, she’s sitting with Simi and them on the second table, in front.”
The couple walked hand in hand to greet the newlyweds. Asmaa embraced her sister tightly, tears shining in her eyes. “You are such a mesmerizing bride! Zaid, not too bad either! Oh my goodness do I feel old.”
Attiyah laughed, lifting up her hand to admire her ring. “Awww thank you, good genes huh. Mommy had to wipe her tears with the tablecloth! I wish I didn’t notice that but I did.”
“I have to admit, I shed some myself. You need anything? You comfortable and fine? The night is young, there’s plenty of excited people coming your way.”
“All good for now! Thanks Asmaa for pressurizing me to get things done early, tonight is an absolute dream come true.”
Ismail leaned forward, “I think your dads gonna give a speech.”
Asmaa and Attiyah exchanged a bemused gaze, Asmaa shrugging.
“Assalam-hu-alaykum ladies and gentleman, friends and family, our nearest and dearest. Please allow me to take a few minutes of your time, to share my sentiments regarding the marriage of my youngest. Please bear with me as I’m not one to give speeches usually! Today my heart is filled with pride, joy and a bittersweet melancholy as I hand over my greatest gift to the man of her dreams. Once upon a time, I prayed for sons who would carry my name and legacy but by the grace of our Creator, I was blessed with two beautiful, courageous and sweet little girls. They will always hold my hearts, now I can truly say my job here is done whilst a new one begins as I embark on the journey from a father to a grandfather. Attiyah, my little girl I wish you and your lovely young man a lifetime of love, happiness and barakaat. Jazakallah everyone for your time, the food will now be served.”
And in unison, each sister wiped a tear from their eye exchanging watery smiles.
As the night progressed, Asmaas friends along with their spouses all found their way to the same table. Sarah has given birth to a little girl, Ameera who was now sleeping peacefully in her pram. The only one missing was Azraa, now having moved to Canada after marriage. Fatimah, Naseem and Faheem had even attended basking in the attention of being in their home town. Asmaa leaned over to tickle Faheem who got up and ran away. Fatimah sighed as she watched him go. “My little ruffian. He takes after his father, filled with restless energy! Where’s my NuNus?”
“Circulated from her Nana to her Daadee! She just knows how to charm everyone into giving her sweets. Ismail will deal with her tonight.”
“Nah we’ll just leave her for sleepover by Daadee. I’m beat!”
“There you go, acting like you the bride!”
Fatimah, Sarah, Nadia, Tasneem, Amara and Nazneen all began to laugh at Ismails groan and how he pulled a face at Asmaa. “It’s so nice to see my cousin getting owned by his own wife! Remember these two and their pesky courtship days?”
Amara chips in, “We had our fun in our young days but Tasneem and I made a bet they’d get married before Asmaa turned 21! I won because I said and they’d have a child before 25.”
Ismail gives her big eyes, “You Joomas have always been know if all’s!”
Nobody missed the fact that Asmaa was still blushing. Her husband shot her his infamous smirk and after all this time, her tummy erupted in butterflies..
Asmaa turned to Naseem and Fatimah, “Speaking of courtship days, you two long distanced and yourll teasing us!”
Naseem flashed his crooked smile at the group, “Those were the days. Sshhh Faheem mustn’t hear of this he’s already making eyes at every girl including Nuha!”
Zain put his glass down and grinned, “The history of this group has some strange dynamics, let’s not go there.”
Everyone laughed at this, exchanging smiles as they thought of their single days, different times. Naturally, their intimate bonds had faded away but Asmaa still had a close link to Fatimah and good contact with Sarah and Nadia. Life goes on, but certain friends are family and that’s the truth of it all.
At this moment, Nuha rushed up. “Daddy hello!”
Ismails huge rare smile made everyone smile. “Hey princess. Did you eat?”
“I ate buwffeeeee.”
Asmaa looked at her daughter with the motherly protective look. Nuha had yet to recover her hearing completely, but the couple had high hopes as technology was processing rapidly. “That’s not food, sweetheart. Ismail call a waiter if we can even get some soup down that’s fine.”
As Ismail fed Nuha making funny faces and aero plane sounds, he scowled at everyone laughing at him. “Yaa wait till all you people have kids!”
Azhar stopped laughing and grinned, “Yaa okay I do the same crap every night. Kid drives me mad, but the wife is worse.”
Tasneem shot him a sugar sweet smile. “Keep talking mister, remember I’m the one who cooks for you. I can poison you and make it look like a heart attack!”
Asmaa swiveled her head to look at everyone, laughing and content. As she left them to check on her sister she watched them closely, focusing on Ismail caressing Nuhas hair and winking at her. This was one of her top moments, one of those mental images she would cherish forever. Life was not perfect, it wasn’t even close.
But against all odds, she had married her best friend and soulmate and now they had their own family. And in eight months it would have another member, but she would surprise her husband with that news a little later.
Her parents were sitting and watching their daughter lovingly, her mothers head resting on her fathers shoulder. The younger couples all wished that they had a love like that, later on in life. Nana and Nani, the cutest couple of them all!
In the years to follow, Asmaa gave birth to an adorable little boy that they named Dean, a namesake to the man who saved their lives. Dean was the apple of his mothers eyes, as he had inherited her big golden brown eyes and his fathers mischievous dimples. His sister was a troublemaker and he was an angel. The two were very close, looking out for each other every time their parents were arguing but the most important thing was that their marriage made it through the worst of times and therefore as a family they went through the best of times. The members of this family all shared a great love for traveling, and so they waited eagerly for the end of the year where they would spend four weeks traveling, each person having a say in where they went. Asmaa briefly considered trying for one more child but in all honesty they were perfectly happy with two children. Ismail started his own company, a partnership with his best friend Suhail.
Fatimah and Naseem moved back to South Africa after 16 years in Dublin. In this time, Fatimah gave birth to twin girls, Zahra and Zaneera. The couple had their fair share of problems with Fatimah wanting to move back home to be close to her parents. Eventually Naseem realized that his wife’s happiness was his happiness and it was time to settle down for life, Dublin wasn’t always ideal to raise his children islamically. Fatimah was the forgiving mother, who knew her children’s secrets but only intervened when Naseem found out and gave a strict punishment. She always balanced him, she was his anchor and he was her defender. Their three children loved to watch the couple arguing over small things and their mother eventually calming down their father and always bringing a smile to his face. The family also loved traveling, but they enjoyed the different sights in South Africa the most and had a great appreciation for beauty within their own country.
Zain and Nadia had two children, two boys that are three years apart in age. Zayd and Yusuf. Nadia remained to be the calm to her husbands storm, the sunshine in his darkest days. And Zain continued to show his romantic side only with his wife, making her happy at every turn. Unfortunately, Nadia lost her father to prostate cancer in the first year after she had Zayd, the eldest son. This broke her heart and whilst she’s still grieving his loss, her three boys fill her life with color. The family moved up to Joburg and then moved to London. They shared a solid relationship with Sarah, Uwais and kids but mostly lost touch with the rest of the South Africans. Their memories would last a lifetime, stories to tell in the years to come.
Sarah and Uwais never had another child after Ameerah, due to various complications. Whilst this saddened Sarah, Uwais reasoned that at least they had one child and showed her how blessed they were to have her. The couple travelled to London often, to visit Zain, Nadia and kids. Sarah doted on her nephews and even the quiet, soft spoken Ameera came to life around them. Ameera became a hafizah right before her matric year, bringing her parents a world of pride. Uwais taught Sarah to believe in happily ever afters again, even after her parents harsh divorce. Sarah worked from home, starting a small catering business that proved to be very successful. They lived a simple life, but a good life.
Azraa Moosa married Mahmood Ismail and moved up to Canada. The two had initially met at Asmaa and Ismails wedding, followed by a few months of going back and forth as they both had big egos and it took a while to settle down. Ismail and Asmaa heard from Azraa every now and then, but she had built a whole new life there. They also had one son and one daughter, Deeyana and Zareef.
Nazneen and Riyadh, the first to get married had four children. Three girls and a boy. Nasreen, Hafsa, Maleeha and Uzair. The family was a boisterous, fun loving bunch who shared many adventures, international and even in their own backyard. Unfortunately the group reunited seven years later when Riyadh’s electronic shop was held up and he was shot and killed. Nazneen was devastated and broken. Naseem was shocked and horrified at the loss of his best friend, hating to see his cousin so lost and heartbroken. In the months to follow after his death, Fatimah lent her constant support, wisdom and hope. Nazneen never fully recovered but she was the best mother her kids could ever ask for, never making them feel as if they only had one parent. Her four children in turn, loved their mother madly and made sure to make her smile, always making her proud. Uzair was often moody and troublesome as a teenager but as he grew up, he became his mothers protector and never left her alone. Even after marriage, he lived in that house and her daughters lived close as well. She was blessed with four children, her own soldiers. Death was an inevitable part of life, Riyadh had always been larger than life filled with a constant positive energy and his wife held his memory dear. Death didn’t look at age, it took who it pleased and it left behind a devastated family who made dua everyday for their father.
Tasneem and Azhar had another daughter, Yaseera. The family lived luxuriously thanks to their extravagant mother but their father balanced her out, with his big heart and kind manner. Their mother encouraged her children to do well academically and islamically and their father spoilt his three favorite girls.
Amara got married to a soft spoken, but charismatic man Mueen. He was also a doctor and it took them six years to have a child but he was worth the wait. Their son Amaar, was an adorable little boy who brought them so much happiness. Another four years later, Amara had a little girl born with a growing deficiency but this didn’t make anyone love their little angel, Farzana any less. They faced many challenges due to this, hating to see others looking strangely at their little girl. It was Asmaa who taught Amara how important dua and sabr was and made her see the silver lining that was the charm and intelligence of their little girl. Her big brother and father would never let anyone insult her, and her teachers loved her instantly. She lived a normal life, learning how to deal with her deficiency. Farzana learnt the most important lesson of all, that the stigma and negativity attached to the word disability was nothing but another thing society had created. A disability was something you could live with, something that didn’t define who she was but rather empowered her in her journey.
It all began with a blue eyed boy and a girl who fell head over heels in love with him.