12.13.2005

Planning the Wedding Weekend

So his parents and my mom had given their blessings. All had agreed that they wanted us to have a “public” ceremony. My mom, of course, had a dream of her daughter wearing a white dress and getting married in a church. I obviously didn’t marry in the church, which was never much of an issue. She is a very spiritual person and attends church every Sunday, but she accepted early on that when I married my DH, that things would change. We also wanted the traditional nikkah as well.

So my hubby and I had a lot of planning to do! The wedding weekend as we call it was to take place in early spring and this was now early fall. I had six months to plan the whole ordeal because that was when his parents were able to return. And, frankly there was no reason to slow the process down with us already being married.

So we decided on the nikkah on Friday afternoon with a dinner following and the “white dress” wedding on Saturday evening with a reception following.

My hubby spoke to the Imam about the nikkah, and then we went in search to find someone to officiate the Saturday ceremony. First we went to an old Jewish woman and she was a bit too costly and surprisingly, she kept steering us in the Christian direction. Then we went to an older man who is a former priest. Of course hubby was a bit skeptical about this whole part, but went along with it because it was what my Mom so dearly wanted. Compromise.

We walked in the room to meet this ex-priest dude and we are instantly greeted with a six foot wide banner that reads “Assalamu `alayku la ilaha illa Allah”. Another banner read “Peace Be with You” and then one that read “Shalom”. We sat down and had a lengthy conversation with this man. He and his wife were teachers at a Catholic school, she a nun and he a priest. They fell in love and married. The received so much ill-will for their decision that they really began to question Catholicism. From that point on they have spent their time studying world religions from a historic standpoint.

They marvel at how many similarities there are and how many inaccurate facts have been passed down as truth in Christianity. The man still considers himself a Christian, but believes that the Prophet is the last to be sent by God and that Jesus and the Prophet will unite. He studies Aramaic and teaches this and the story of how all three religions interrelate. He and his wife were fascinating! We spent hours learning from one another.

9 Comments:

At 2:39 PM, Blogger mumtahanah said...

wow, that is very interesting. i think it's cool that he studies aramaic, too. were he around here i would definately find out about his classes, if only for my oldest (13yo boy). the imam i was down with as a teenager used to teach the bible, stressing the old test. and revelations. as a result, i pass on alot of what i know to him. (he wants to be an imam, al hamdulilah.) my family likes to watch a lot of religious historical programs on cable, too.

...yeah, we're kind of nerdy--lol.

 
At 3:05 PM, Blogger mystic-soul said...

wow !!. Life just around us full of amazing and interesting people.

 
At 4:16 PM, Blogger Aisha said...

fascinating... i hope we get some pictures of the ceremonies :)

 
At 4:41 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

That is really fasinating! I'd love to meet someone like that!

 
At 11:43 PM, Blogger mystic-soul said...

I am sorry its a full urdu poem but it goes perfect with your story

Ye Tera Ghar Ye Mera Ghar Kisi Ko Dekhna Ho Gar
To Pehle Aake Maang Le Meri Nazar Teri Nazar
Ye Tera Ghar Ye Mera Ghar Ye Ghar Bahut Haseen Hai
Ye Ghar Bahut Haseen Hai Ye Ghar Bahut Haseen Hai

Na Baadlon Ke Chhaon Mein Na Chandni Ke Gaaon Mein
Na Phool Jaise Raaste Bane Hain Iske Vaaste
Magar Ye Ghar Ajeeb Hai Zameen Ke Kareeb Hai
Ye Eent-Pattharon Ka Ghar Hamaari Hasraton Ka Ghar

Jo Chaandni Nahin To Kya Ye Roshni Hai Pyaar Ki
Dilon Ke Phool Khil Gaye To Fikr Kya Bahaar Ki
Hamaare Ghar Na Aayegi Kabhi Khushi Udhaar Ki
Hamaari Raahaton Ka Ghar Hamaari Chaahaton Ka Ghar
Ye Tera Ghar...

Yahan Mahak Wafaaon Ki Mohabbaton Ka Rang Hai
Ye Ghar Tumhara Khwaab Hai Ye Ghar Meri Umang Hai
Na Aarzoo Pe Qaid Hai Na Hausle Pe Jung Hai
Hamaare Hauslon Ka Ghar Hamaari Himmaton Ka Ghar

 
At 12:37 AM, Blogger Aisha said...

Mystic you may want to translate that :)

 
At 10:34 AM, Blogger mystic-soul said...

humm..I will give a shot !!

This my house and this your house
If a person need to see
he should first ask
for my eye and your eye

This my house and this your house
This house is very pretty
This house is very pretty
This house is very pretty

Neither beneath the clouds
nor in the village of moonlight
No flowery driveway is built for it
But this house is strange
Its more near to land
This house of bricks and rocks
House of our wishes

If no moonlight so what
We have a light of love
if flowers of hearts blossomed
than who care about spring

Never in our house will come
the happiness of debt
House of our pleasures
House of our love


Here smell of commitments
is the color of loves
this house is your dream
this house is my want
No limit on wishes
no war on morales
House of our morale
House of our courage

 
At 5:34 PM, Blogger Baji said...

Wow, beautiful! Thank you, mystic. That must have been so much work. Note to self- learn urdu!!!

Aisha, I have debated on pics. with my blog being anony and all. but I wanna show our smiles :-)

Something mu, I think your family sounds awesome. Go boy!

 
At 5:44 PM, Blogger Aisha said...

Do what sobia does, she puts them up for a limited time only and then quickly takes them down :) BUT yes, I fully understand that desire to keep it anonymous and respect that :)

 

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