From GULF Dreams to a Sudden Wedding
From GULF Dreams to a Sudden Wedding
At 25 years old, I left India for my first overseas job in gulf I joined a hospital as a Catering supervisor. Life there was disciplined and fast.
My day started at 4:30 a.m.
By 5:15 a.m., we were already inside the hospital punching our cards.
Every morning we packed patient meals. Soon the breakfast belt would start moving, and the dietician would arrive with ward lists. Male wards were separate, female wards separate. Each patient had different diet instructions.
I was assigned to Ward/ Kitchen
My routine was simple:
Make duty roaster check all departments even in ward I have to visit In Kitchen various departments I have to check
But one day, something changed.
A new nurse joined the ward.
Her name was xyz
She was from Mumbai, convent-educated, confident and cheerful. When she discovered that I also spoke Marathi, our conversations became easy and natural.
Soon our daily talks became longer.
What started as casual conversation slowly turned into something deeper.
One evening, gathering all my courage, I proposed to her.
To my happiness, she said yes.
Before leaving for vacation to India, I gave her some sweets for my family to deliver. She visited my home, met my mother, and everyone welcomed her warmly.
Everything seemed perfect.
When she returned to gulf I called my mother and happily told her:
"I have proposed to xyz I want to marry her.
But life had other plans.
Xyz spoke to her parents.
Their answer was clear.
“No. It is not possible.”
They had already arranged her marriage with a relative.
And the biggest objection was simple:
She was Christian. I was Muslim.
Days passed in silence between us.
When I finally came to India for vacation, I went to her house.
There I learned the painful truth.
She was already married and had moved to Canada.
My heart broke.
I was angry with everyone—her family, my family, and even destiny.
But life doesn’t stop.
At home, preparations were going on for my elder brother’s marriage. However, wherever he went to see proposals, he kept rejecting girls.
"This one is dark."
"This one is not educated."
My parents were tired.
They asked me to talk to him and explain.
One Friday after prayers, I came home and my parents suddenly said:
"Get ready. We are going to see a girl."
I replied casually,
"Take Bhai. Why should I come?"
But they insisted.
"You also come. What is the big deal?"
So I went with them.
When we reached the house, many relatives were sitting. One elderly man asked me about my work.
I told him I worked in Gulf and had come on vacation.
They seemed impressed.
My sister whispered to me:
"Just say yes. We have already explained everything."
Soon they brought the girl with a big gown and ghoonghat (veil).
She looked very big and bulky.
Inside my mind I laughed.
"What a choice for my brother!"
She served tea, but I couldn't even see her face clearly.
After tea, they took her inside.
My sister told me to sit outside.
After a while, someone came with sweets and said:
"Mubarak ho!"
I happily replied:
"Aapko bhi Mubarak ho."
I thought my brother’s engagement was fixed.
But when we reached home, my parents dropped a bomb.
"Your engagement is completed. The wedding is in one week."
I was shocked.
"WHAT? Why?"
My sister explained.
"They rejected Bhai. They thought he looked too thin and weak. But they liked you because you are healthy."
I was furious.
Then another surprise came.
Four days later I saw the girl properly for the first time.
She was wearing a school uniform.
Just 12 years old, beautiful and innocent.
I asked in confusion,
"Then who was that hippopotamus?"
Everyone started laughing.
They explained:
The family was Pathan.
They did not want to marry outside their relatives.
But when I said “yes”, they couldn't refuse openly.
So they made the girl wear foam inside the gown to look big, hoping I would reject her.
But instead, I happily said yes, thinking the proposal was for my brother!
Two days later, on Friday, I got married.
Life had taken a turn I never expected.
From a love story in gulf
to a sudden marriage in India
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