Moon, Clouds or Rooftop?

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.