I Met Her on Her Wedding Day

Though we’ve exchanged e-mails and spoke over the phone a few times, I met her for the first time at her wedding reception on the eve of July 16.  It was a very intimate gathering, where I felt very comfortable right away.  I had a great time;  one I’ll remember for a very long time – because this was also the very first time I’ve met a blogger-friend in person.

She’s a great writer, mashaAllah, and her posts mainly focuses on personal experiences with emphasis on Qur’an and ahadith.  In short, each post has a moral lesson.  However, she has carefully avoided giving away too much information about herself.  And respecting her privacy, I will not mention who this blogger-friend is, unless she permits me to.

Since I didn’t know anyone except the bride, I asked her if I could bring my sister along.  But she was kind enough to allow me to bring my mother and husband as well!  I couldn’t be happier;  both mom and sister agreed.  Masood, however, was a bit reluctant.  Men and women were to be seated in separate ballrooms and he didn’t know anyone.  And when I told the bride over the phone how Masood felt, she assured me that her brothers will take good care of him.

So on Thursday evening, Masood and I went over to my parent’s house after work.  While mom prepared tea, I ironed 7 meters of fabric – my blue and pink saree (I’m so into wearing sarees since my recent trip to Hyderabad).  The hotel was in a prime location, hence it was easy to find our way.  The invitation said 8:30 pm, but we arrived by 10:30 pm (we left office at 9 pm, took sometime to get dressed,  plus 40 minutes on Shaikh Zayed Road due to traffic … there was a horrible accident, unfortunately).

Once inside the hotel, Masood was escorted into the men’s section while we (mom, sister and I) went into the ladies’.  It felt slightly awkward in the beginning;  I knew only the bride, whom I’ve never met before.  I walked straight ahead, smiling and greeting women as I pass them.  Then there was this particular woman who smiled very sweetly, so I approached her and asked, “Has *bride’s name* arrived already?”  I made it sound as if I knew the bride since birth.  “Oh yes, she’s in that room.”

Naturally, she was surrounded by a lot of women.  I looked at her … she looked very lovely, mashaAllah.  “So this is the lady behind that wonderful blog,”  I thought to myself.  Once the crowd around her started to lessen, I approached her and greeted her with a salaam.  We shook hands, and when I introduced myself to her as Nadia Masood, she gave me the sweetest smile.  Masood later told me that I should’ve introduced myself as “I’m the Purple Journal, wife of Thoughts from Dubai.” I introduced my mom and sister to her, and she introduced us to her mother and aunt.  I sat with her and we talked for sometime.  She’s amazing, mashaAllah, and I’m very much impressed.  One can not, however, sit too long with the bride since everyone wants to talk to her, hence I excused myself and joined my family at the table.

When my sister and I lined up for the buffet dinner, we heard a couple of ladies behind us speak Tagalog.  “There are a lot of Filipinos here,” my sister whispers.  “Should we speak to them?” I ask her.  At that moment, another lady – who didn’t look or dressed like a Filipino – walks up to the ladies behind us and start talking to them in Tagalog, much to their surprise.  “You’re a Filipino?” they asked.  “Yes, of course.”  “Half Filipino?” the astonished ladies asked, thinking she probably might be half Pakistani.  “No, I’m 100% Filipino!”  she laughed, yet the ladies still looked surprised.  My sister and I looked at each other, “If we go and tell them right now that we are also Filipinos, they’ll faint!” said my sister, specially with her wearing a very traditional shalwar kameez, me wearing a saree, and both of us having conversation in Urdu.  So we remained Pakistanis that night.

Oh, and Masood called me on the phone, “I’m alone here.  Please ask your friend who her brother is among these men.”  I walked over to the bride and she told me her brothers’ names, and that they were expecting Masood.  “One of my brother is the guy in black suit and red tie,” she added.  So Masood found her brothers, and when he introduced himself, they welcomed him.  Masood was pleasantly surprised when the father also knew him by name!  “So you are Mr. Masood!” he said cheerfully, “Come, let me introduce you to my friends.”  Thereafter, Masood enjoyed the evening.

Food was great, alhumdulillah.

The best part of the wedding reception was that it was very solemn:  men and women were in separate rooms, there was no music at all, no annoying photographers, everyone spoke softly, and nobody left food in their plates.  I was very much impressed.  I love her mom and aunt, very sweet ladies, mashaAllah.  They all made me and my family feel very comfortable.  Of course, it definitely helped that mom and sister came along.

We left around midnight.

To the bride and groom, thank you so much for making us part of this important moment of your lives.  May Allah bless your marriage with so much love, health and happiness.

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24 Responses to I Met Her on Her Wedding Day

  1. Humaira says:

    Wow, sounds like a wonderful wedding Mashallah! And glad you had a great time too!

    Thank you, Humaira, we did have a great time!

  2. Amir says:

    wow, that sounds like it was a very interesting evening. You sister’s comment was funny though…haha. I think you should have…may have made for an even more interesting night 🙂

    Now that I think back on it, perhaps we should have 🙂

  3. Shahrazad says:

    It’s always good to meet an anonymous blogger, let alone in HER WEDDING! That’s awesome..

    The wedding made the meeting even more special 🙂

  4. Abid says:

    Very nice account, without giving up too much information 🙂

    Thank you, Abid!

  5. Specs says:

    May Allah bless their union.

    You narrated it all so beautifully. 😀

    LOL@ Masood’s comment. Our blog names become so much of our identity, at times we feel we have a greater chance of being recognized if we introduce ourselves by them.

    Ameen to your dua, and thank you 🙂

    LOL … so true – that blog names becoming our identity 😀

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  7. alfon says:

    assalamualaikum.. my name alfon

    i like your story

    Walaikum Assalam …thank you and welcome to the blog.

  8. masood says:

    MashaAllah, it was a great and peaceful wedding. May Allah bless bride and groom with lots of happiness 🙂


  9. Ubaid says:

    i wanna go to a wedding too 😦

    It’s the wedding season, perhaps you’ll get an invitation soon 🙂

  10. Sara (cairo, lusaka, amsterdam) says:

    It sounds like you had a really nice night 🙂 I love that you’ve been wearing saris, I find them amazing, especially colourful ones.

    Oh yes, once you get the hang of it, sarees are amazing!

  11. moukound says:

    Well meeting a blogger for real!! its never happened to me… wish it would happen to me too someday…

    Oh, the experience is exciting! Go on and make the initiative to meet a blogger-friend.

  12. Cavaliere says:

    must ve been a lurvely experience ! i like the way you narrate things ! 🙂

    It definitely was a lovely experience, alhumdulillah. Thank you!

  13. Sumera says:

    lol @ masoods suggestion of introducing yourself :p

    looks like you enjoyed yourself 😀

    Yes, we all had a great time 🙂

  14. Haleem says:

    Wow – what an interesting occasion to meet someone for the first time!

    We could’ve met earlier, but the thought of meeting someone on their wedding day is even more interesting. It’s amazing to finally be able to see the person behind the words 🙂

  15. Your blogger friend sounds like a very sweet lady. I’m glad you and your family felt welcome and enjoyed a beautiful evening.

    We felt very welcome indeed … they are wonderful people, mashaAllah.

  16. Hajar Alwi says:

    Extremely pleasant of your friend and her family to treat you so well. Nice one. 🙂

    Thanks, Hajar … I thought it would feel awkward to be in that party, but later ended up feeling very comfortable and welcome, alhumdulillah. May Allah bless them for their kindness.

  17. beyond says:

    yeah it all sounds very hush hush and quiet. so unlike usual desi wedding. btw you still have to tell me. are you a phillipino or pakistani.:)

    Very unusual, and I love it! I am a Phil-Pak, a mix of both … but I’m closer to my Pakistani side in every way, perhaps because I was born and raised there.

  18. sakura says:


    its so…….. nice… i really like the part..

    “I’m the Purple Journal, wife of Thoughts from Dubai.”

    kind of funny to me.. hehehehhe..

    take care sis… 😀

    Walaikum Assalam. Thanks, Sis … you take good care of yourself too 🙂

  19. Serendipitouslife says:

    Hmmm, your description sounds interesting. I wish I too was a guest at that wedding. 😉

    I should’ve asked the bride if I could bring a friend along too – knowing her generous nature, I know she would’ve said yes right away – but khair, you read the post, and it’s as good as being a guest to that wedding 😀

  20. Ms.Unique says:

    Masha Allah … that’s just soooooo nice and sweet …

    May Allah bless the couple with happiness, health, and prosperity .. Ameen …

    Wish to invite u all blogger pals to mine one day Insha Allah 😉

    Ameen to your dua. Yay, that’s going to be sooooooooooo exciting, Sis – InshaAllah!

  21. mubi says:

    aw u are so adorable !!! i was thinking u look like a filipino n are u actually from pk or not :p lol

    and thats strange,,,no food left in plates wow..something i really wana see too in some weddings !

    Aww, thanks dear! True, if we all practice not leaving food in our plates, it’ll make a huge difference.

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  23. Wait, I’m confused. Are you Filipino?

    Nice story. I haven’t been to a local wedding before – and the fact that the party for men and women are done separately makes me curious.

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