Wedding call off

Chapter 1: Marriage with muslim

On the morning of his wedding, he woke before the alarm.

For a few quiet seconds, he lay still and stared at the ceiling. Then he remembered what day it was, and everything returned at once—the guests, the clothes, the arrangements, the money already spent, and the woman who was supposed to become his wife before the day was over.

Technically, they had already completed their nikkah. It had taken place earlier in his home country, surrounded by family and prayers. The larger wedding celebration was meant to be the joyful part: the gathering where both families could finally relax, eat together, take photographs, and celebrate the beginning of married life.

But the months between the nikkah and the wedding had not been peaceful.

Small disagreements had become larger ones. Conversations that were supposed to settle matters often created new tension. Both families knew there were problems, though everyone still hoped the wedding day might become a fresh start.

He held on to that hope.

That morning, there was no time to think deeply about the past. Guests needed attention. Relatives had questions. Someone could not find part of an outfit. Someone else needed directions. His phone kept ringing, and each call seemed to begin with the same urgent question:

“Where are you?”

He moved from one responsibility to another, trying to make sure nothing was forgotten. He had paid for the celebration and wanted everyone to be comfortable. In his mind, taking care of the guests was part of taking care of the wedding.

Then he realized he was late to pick her up from the salon.