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 Start time: 10:51pm

I might have had a dark moody day but I am going to write about a milestone that made me the happiest man ever. Let’s get to it, shall we?

It was a wonderful Wednesday, in Mogadishu. This day has been a moment I waited for a very long time. I remember visioning it all the time. I played it in movies and dreams most of the time. It finally came, it was my wedding day. In the past 5 years, I had marriage in my top new year resolutions and today was an end to it. It was that moment I had to tick it off the list.

A week ago, we set the date, invited our families and booked the location. I planned for this day to become the best memory of my life so far and I was about to make it come true. I was marrying a woman I just met 7 months ago but it felt like we knew each other longer than that. We were both ready to take this responsibility and make life as we envisioned. 

I woke up early, did my morning routine as usual. What was to happen today was just a dream and I didn’t want it to ruin my morning routine. I came back home, showered and almost dressed for work. I stopped myself in the mirror, looked into my face deeply just to check if I was dreaming. I got my phone for the first time in the day and called a number. It was saved with just a love emoji. She picked up sounding jubilant and shouted good morning husband to be. I was still surprised, I did not want to believe this dream. I had to make sure this was not only a dream but becoming a reality in hours. We had a little chat and hang up.

Fast forward to lunch time, I was dressed in black as if I was mourning someone. Black will always be my color and I had to wear it on my happiest day too. I wore a black Macawis, a black Armani shirt and a black cimamad with sandals. I hate suits and simple was always my attire. I arrived in the hotel accompanied by my younger sibling. Sat before me, were my dad, her dad and my favorite Sheikh Said Rageah. I was not loving the whole speech and talk agendas and just couldn’t wait to get to the part I say I accept. It reached and I shouted I accept. This was all I have been waiting for. I could not wait for the lunch to be served or pictures to be taken for my plane was waiting. I left the hotel to receive my beautiful wife. 

She wore a white gown and even looked prettier. We left the country holding hands and waving byes to our families. Our honeymoon kicked off.

I was woken up by a loud bang on my door, that was Aabo waking us up for Fajr. I realized it was just a dream.

End time: 11:05pm