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The end to my beginning .



A few months ago I was flipping through a Vogue Magazine and a line by Queen Latifah stuck with me, she says “It’s great to have plans, but it’s more important to be open to the unexpected. That’s the secret to living a juicy, magical life”.

My experiences have led me to believe that the essential element to everything worth knowing stems from these basic pillars: Loyalty, Respect, Honesty and above all Love. It sounds simple, doesn’t it? Pay close attention, often the simplest things are taken for granted.

Nothing for me is original as I’m a combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known. The gone is not to be discounted, it somehow shapes you. Fortunately, mine was daring, it inspired me and stands to be forever beautiful.

I think it’s fair to say for many of us change is inevitable, nothing stands still. Jim Rohn, an American Entrepreneur suggests that in order to grow “you must either modify your dreams or magnify your skills” – I amended both.

Behind every person there’s often a nudging muse, mine is my family. My grandparents have always been the softness in my life, their love is so precious, one to always be treasured. I extend this to my Uncles and Aunties and with a great compliment I also view them as my friends. Edo, if you know me or you know him you then already know that he’s my best friend, my king.

Mum and Dad are my everything despite our occasional natural differences. They taught me that generosity runs in the blood, education is your weapon to success, to earn respect you have to be respectful, and always be loyal. If you can judge a person by their hospitality and open home, then I’m winning. I love them both more than words.

Hind is “made up of depth even oceans couldn’t fathom”, well said Jessica Katoff. As kids we were best friends, she was and still is hilarious and a cheeky little girl. Her glances suggested she was up to mischief and to give you a tip her lips distinctly point when she lies. As teenagers we almost became enemies, I don’t think there were any two sisters that fought over shoes and clothes like we did. I often got the “Don’t wear my things, you’ll stretch them” she thought she was Queen B or something ridiculous, please sit down.  As we’ve matured or arguably not she continues to be a different beautiful, someone I find strong, smart and oh so funny.

My girlfriends receive more attention from me than your average friendship, it’s frustrating and fruitful at the same time. I talk about those that I’ve known for years, our eyes have cried together, and we’ve laughed loud and proud. Through these unique individuals, I began to understand that love is important, but it is never enough. In life we hunger for shields to protect and stand by us and fight for us – that’s how I define the term friendship. They nursed my bleeding heart and simultaneously pushed me towards greatness. In return, I offer them my deepest loyalty, my biggest love, my forever ever after as I would leave no stone unturned to help accomplish their desires.

Then I met him, Zaid, someone with qualities I didn’t think could exist altogether in a whole person. Now, if your opinion is different to mine this very moment then quite frankly it’s meaningless to me.  Allow me to brag – my husband to be is the nicest, kindest, most relaxed but baddest, respectful, wonderful, generous and a loving human that I have ever known. He has an elevating energy, it’s contagious. Some might suggest that I can be a little dramatic at times (I know) and with that my values can be challenged; his never are. He’s my version of Chanel, elegant and timelessly classic. The Elfar’s have fed me love and warmth, it’s a privilege to be part of the ‘Fambam’, just so you know, I do take it very seriously.

Subsequently, it’s safe to suggest that I’ve abused my privilege as a bride. I’ve been spoilt endlessly and without sounding like an awful person I have thoroughly enjoyed bossing people around with commanding orders leaving them with no choice but to agree and do as told. To celebrate all of the above, some of the most precious memories and exciting moments are waiting to be made over the next few days, so ..

My Dear Family & Friends,

To those that have contributed and been a part of our wedding preparations and celebrations this year, thank you. No effort goes unnoticed especially by me as I live for the small detail.

To my Harajuku girls that made my Tokyo dream possible, thank you. It was a huge highlight and I am eternally greateful for your time, effort, and best of all the hilarious moments that we spent together. Remembering the look on your faces as we sat in a row of seven in a quiet room is not only a picture in my memory, but it really does make me laugh out loud – let’s leave it at that.

To my Wine ladies that went above and beyond, I also thank you. Our bond of three extends further than words of hello, it has no boundaries and rarely appropriate so I cannot possibly discuss it publicly. #anatatpen

To our families, our relatives, and to everyone that has shared this time with us, thank you.

Leading by the words of Miss Latifah, I was willing and open to the unexpected so now I’m getting to live a juicy life. Thank you to everyone close and far for the memories, for music and dancing, for the brutal truth, and best of all for all the hugs and kisses. To those that have wiped my tears I hold you close to heart, and the best part of all, to everyone that I have shared a happy time with me it’s with you I choose to start the next chapter with.

Don’t forget that there’s a bigger plan than you, so when in doubt always remember that  “God never lets you go through what you can’t get through”.




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Ah, Sheren..

I had framed a hand written note given to me that says, “start by doing what’s necessary; then do what’s possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible”.
I met her at fifteen. She was unlike anyone that I had ever come across. Her maturity at a young age was admirable, she was out spoken, and her mouth ran with no filter. She befriended teachers and students, barely attended school, very unreliable with time, and almost had no sense of emotion – it surprised me.


Oh boy, it wasn’t all green. She tested my patience and tolerance with what I know is ordinary. I’d look at things white, she would see them black. We argue. She’d lecture me, I’d lecture her and during we exchange lyrical words, no soft tunes by any means.

The constant struggle, more now than before. They say, you grow up and you argue less, not in this case.

That’s right, I had to do what was necessary, which is continuing to preach etiquette and ‘3sool’. The non existing human on Mars is often easier to reach than her. I had to accept what’s possible, she’d never let’s one slip, very stubborn, she can’t be shaken. But at the end we reached the impossible, that is, mutual understanding. She accepts me, I accept her, our motto lives on, “I’m you, and you’re me”.

You probably don’t understand it.

What’s the secret to making this work? Love.

She’s strong in every sense. Her laugh is contagious, she radiates positivity, never have I known someone so humble, graceful and grateful. She is God damn beautiful. She inspires me, comforts me, strengthens me, teaches me and is rude to me. She has bursted every bubble of dream I’ve had, so she continues to shower me with reality.

I’m four days away from walking down the aisle just before her. Proud is not a close enough word, if you only one knew. She’s family; she’s home and she’s weakness.

How I got here? I’ll give you a preview down memory lane …
  • We were Bonny & Clyde.
  • YOU TWO, Chemistry teacher would say, get out of my class, you don’t take things seriously – so we waited outside.
  • “Let’s eat Dolma in out of bounds area on the ramp” – so we did, romantically.
  • Noor opens Sheren’s locker door 3/5 days a week, her bag not there – Ah, bangs door, she didn’t come in today.
  • “Show me you love me, skull the entire sherbet packet in 5 seconds”, I demanded, she executed.
  • Sheren’s phone – 500 missed called & 1000 messages from Noor.
    Noor’s phone – 1 month later, no calls, no messages.
She wrote the note, so for her I’d do the impossible.

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