"I BURST OUT CRYING WHEN I SAW IT"

The day had finally arrived. The culmination of countless dreams, months of planning, and a lifetime of hope. As I stood there, hand in hand with the love of my life, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the moment. Our Nikah ceremony was a testament to our love, but what awaited us was something I could never have anticipated - my Nikah certificate (also known as Nikkah contract/nikahnama)

The anticipation had been building up for weeks. The venue was adorned with fragrant flowers, the soft glow of fairy lights casting a romantic aura over the room. Family and friends had gathered, their smiles and blessings enveloping us in a warm embrace. But amid all this, it was that one piece of paper that would forever symbolise our union that had me on the edge of my seat.

As the Nikah ceremony concluded, the imam handed us the certificate. It was a moment that should have been joyous, filled with laughter and congratulations. Yet, when I held that piece of paper in my trembling hands, I was unexpectedly overcome with emotion.

The Nikah certificate itself was a work of art. The calligraphy, exquisite and intricate, was a testament to the craftsmanship of the person who had penned our names. The rich, velvety texture of the paper spoke of tradition and history, and the subtle scent of incense added a layer of sacredness to it all. It wasn't just a document; it was a tangible representation of our commitment, a symbol of our love and faith in each other.

As I stared at our names written in elegant script, tears welled up in my eyes, and I burst out crying. It was a mixture of happiness, gratitude, and an overwhelming sense of the gravity of the commitment we had just made. That piece of paper held the power to bind us together in the eyes of God and our community, and it was beautiful, more beautiful than I had ever imagined.

In that moment, surrounded by our loved ones, I realised the true significance of the Nikah certificate. It was a reflection of the love that had brought us here, a promise of the love that would carry us forward, and a connection to generations of couples who had stood where we stood, making the same sacred vows.

As the tears of joy rolled down my cheeks, my partner gently wiped them away and whispered words of love and reassurance. We both understood that this certificate was not just a nikah contract; it was a testament to our commitment to each other, a reminder of the journey that lay ahead, and a source of strength for the challenges that life would undoubtedly throw our way.

So, I cried. I cried because I was moved by the beauty of that piece of paper and the profound meaning it held for us. I cried because I was grateful for the love we had found and the journey we were embarking on together. And most of all, I cried because in that moment, I realised that our love story had been etched onto that certificate, and it was a story worth celebrating, cherishing, and sharing with the world.