SpokenWord

The Wedding

The bride and groom looked beautiful together. Head rested on head, they smiled into each other’s eyes, arms wrapped around the other’s neck in a grip that said, “there’s no one in the world but you, and without you there is no world”.

“Albit di gabda feehu kadi lei, ma tatgal shwaya, aji? 3eib alyaaba”
[why is she clinging onto him like that, have a little composure! How shameful]

The hall was dim but for a single spotlight shining on the couple, its brightness magnified by the glow emanating from their forms. Picture perfect and scored to a bold mashup of the Great Whites of our time (Kenny G and Celine Dion) – a deliberate move to reflect the theme of the night? Or merely a romantic coincidence?

Whatever it was, it worked.

The whispers around the room blended and morphed into giggles and hearty laughs; unbridled joy for the bride and groom. The bride and groom seemed to be engaged in a gigglefest of their own, whispering to each other loving sweet nothings that caused a chain reaction of smiles and downward glances. The crowd looked on, as one particularly confident groomsman shouted:

“Hehehehe ya kabeera – 7ayyyyyyana! Hak al7ub da!”
[I see you over there giggling!]

The groomsman isn’t the only one with an overabundance of confidence. That uncle – you know the one I mean – slinks over in what he always overestimates as a wildly amusing and slick way:

“Ya walad inta ma musaddig wala shinu? 3aaa 3aaa 3aaa”
[What’s the matter, boy, can’t believe your luck? <old man laugh>]

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The bride and groom gripped onto each other for dear life, knowing that the first one to let go would choke. She with her white-tipped meticulously manicured talons digging into the back of his neck, he cupping her face with palms that set out to crush her jaw. Their toothy smiles were teeth bared in hostility – and pain.

The words slithered out of each mouth and venomously deposited themselves into the other:

“I never wanted to marry you”
“I’m only doing this for my family”
“Yeah, well I’m only doing this for the money”
“I cheated on you so many times, I lost count”
“So did I”
“I hate you”
“I hate you more”
“Shut up and hold me closer, someone is coming”
“In3al abu di 7ala yakh” [Damn this]

That uncle – you know the one I mean – slinks over in what he always overestimates as a wildly amusing and slick way:

“Ya walad inta ma musaddig wala shinu? 3aaa 3aaa 3aaa”

Fi3lan. [verily]

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