I was brushing my hair when he stood behind me, “let me help you,” I didn’t expect that…
I didn’t expect him to approach me that way right now, let alone talk to me…
We only met two hours ago…
“Its okay… I have it under control” (I lied. The hairdresser messed up my hair and not its all tangled, just what I needed on my wedding night)
Hamad: *chuckles* I don’t think so; I think your hair is controlling you. Here, *took the hairbrush from me*
Hamad: My mom used to brush my sisters hair all the time and I used to watch them. (He said as he slowly started brushing my hair)
Dalal: Thank you…
Hamad: the secret is to start from the bottom and untangle it to the top.
I had to smile, a guy who knows how to untangle a girls long hair, now that’s impressive. He saw my smile and smiled back at me… Our eyes locked.
And at that moment, I knew that my life has just begun.
Hamad and I just got married... Our marriage was completely an arranged and traditional marriage.
His father approached my father, considering that they're good friends. I didn't know that my dad's friend had a son, he was the only son and he had a younger sister who's 17 years old.
I just turned 21, and Hamad is 29. My father talked to me about him, and to be honest he gave me no reason to refuse. Hamad graduated from Stanford University with a bachelors in business something, and an MBA from NewYork University.
So I said yes...
And here I am,
3 months later,
on my wedding night...
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