But in this world of ours, somehow, for the majority of the population, the creation of a pleasant home has become a womanly endeavor. A dirty or untidy home reflects on a woman (the “housewife”) and not on the husband, no matter who may have contributed to its appearance. So tidying homes, cooking tasty dishes, organizing homes, replacing furniture, planning spaces, and throwing parties is for women.
I was at my usual girls-day-out with one of my tightest groups of girlfriends. That was when one of my girls announced the best news of the year that she is getting married! Yey! Alhamdulillaah…
To help cut down her wedding expenses, she happily pointed ‘guns’ to our hijabi heads, and declared that we are all assigned to the ‘best designation’ for any wedding ceremony- the wedding planner. And we nervously yet joyfully accepted with a fine-print-lettered disclaimer that says the decision made is irreversible and she should never regret making it.
With that understanding, we ‘spit on our palms and shake hands’, figuratively speaking of course!
As the official but unpaid wedding planners, our first task was to help her pick out the wedding date. Within seconds, out came diaries, planners and calendars making their way all around our table. Armed with red, blue, black and purple colored pens, we eagerly jotted down the dates we think are best.
