Henna Designs For Eid Novels & Stories

Laid out on the table are plastic wrap and red cheesecloth, things we will need for the henna ceremony. Bennu's sister, Bihter and I had been corresponding over email for the past week; she had given me all the details of what happens at a traditional Turkish Henna night, so that we could surprise Bennu with a piece of home. Bihter had explained that the henna tattoo is designed on Bennu's hands, then wrapped to keep it protected, and the mother-in-law then places two gold coins into the bride's hands. After that, we are to gather around Bennu and drape the cheesecloth over her head, making her face not visible. Standing in a circle around Bennu, we then sing a song and dance. Bihter asked i

" She says in my ear. I roll my eyes. I don't even know this wedding would work or not? She wants me to expect kids. I sit down and extend my hands. Mehndi Designer is already ready to begin it. I was expecting a simple girl. But she's pretty, her hair is colored blonde and it's suited to her personality. She starts to draw the design from my upper arm. I can't do anything until it doesn't dry. Right now my concern is how will I change my dress. I gaze at my left, Rita is smiling, enjoying it. I've already worn leggings under it. Henna is applied to both the hands and the feet. It's evening and I'm going to feel cool as applying mehndi means of cooling the nerve-endings of the body, preventi

Shiza and her friends applied henna designs to Hooriya's hands as soft music plays in the background. She was donning a beautiful light yellow colored dress. Her long dark brown hair was in a braid adorned by beautiful flowers. "Shiza, don't," Hooriya whispered but Shiza only smirked as she wrote Hamza's name in her henna. They called it a day late at night as Salaar went to drop Batool. Everyone left as Shiza busied herself with taking care of the things.

She asks curiously but also denotes some malice in her question. "That needn't matter to you," replies Mom, who has evidently become annoyed. "You just do your job." "Okay, fine." Responds the woman a little offended, so not aggressive from my mother. We start browsing through the aisles of dresses, and none seem as beautiful to me as the one I wore on the day of my first henna. She's repeating all these rituals, reminding me how unfortunate I am. My first one, Bindalli, was red, in a symbol of passion, of love for my future husband. But with my cousin... I don't feel any of that.

Ansh huffed and everyone laughed at him. "Your wife is right. For me, you'll be forever a baby", Rosaline; His mother said and Davish kissed his mother's cheeks. Aunt Asha lovingly looked at Porishma's heena and started applying lemon sugar syrup to it for better results. Aunt Asha stared at Porishma and said, "You know the henna ceremony is an amusing ritual that signifies love in a marriage and it's highly auspicious" Porishma smiled. Aunt Asha turned towards Davish and said, "Son-in-law, The darker henna indicates the love of her husband. This ceremony is associated with good luck as a way of wishing the bride and the groom good health and prosperity as they make their journey on to marri

Bakers were in the main kitchen doing there job together with the drink servers. At the upstairs was the bride, glowing from all the indication of her body which was repair. She was looking so beautiful in her attire. Her hand and leg were all glowing with the beautify henna design. And it make her look so breathtaking. "There already coming for the wedding fatiha" Noor said. "Oh my God! You need to see your husband right now Reedah, his looking so masha Allah."Noor comment, still peeping out through the window. "Noor please just cover that curtain" Reedah beseech.

She sat in her room cladded in the designer lehenga. Her face was adorned with flawless makeup and her hair was pinned in a loose bun securely while two strands were teasing her cheeks on both sides. Her veil rested on her head. Her hands and feet are adorned with beautiful henna designs. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked breathtakingly beautiful and why not, today is her marriage. Her heartbeat accelerated with the thought she was going to be his bride.

"Hoga bhi kyu nahi, Abhishek ne khud design select ki thi.." The ladies gossiped while resting their hands for henna to dry and i felt the need to drown myself, feeling those brown eyes looking intently at me. I didn't want to apply henna but seeing Abhishek choosing the designs like a kid for me, i ended up applying it. He was sitting right across me, so no one noticed how intimidating he was looking at the moment. I wander why no one teases him. Why me? My phone beeped in the table and i looked at the caller id. Trisha. She didn't joined the ceremony because she told that babygirl hates the henna's fragrance. Like bua, like niece.

One of them explains to me that henna tattoos are often used as, as far as I can understand, a rite of passage. People get them to celebrate a significant change in their life that is about to happen. They get inked to commemorate weddings and for protection. In no time, I see my left hand painted in a line that begins near my wedding ring and goes up to my wrist. Small flowers and arabesques accompany the natural design of my hand and become a small work of art. All in a beautiful natural brown henna. Beautiful! “You can't wash it off. Let it dry for a few hours.” Says one of them.

[A/N:- Haritalika Teej is an important Indian Hindu festival for married women, praying for their husbands' well-being. All the husbands were decorating their wives' palms with Henna. The youngest son, ARIV, made a few designs of guns, dumbbells, and wrote both their names 'ARIV & FAI' attached with 'C' and 'M' letters in thick, bold, and italic letters on his wife Chitragandha's palm. ARIN drew some creepers, leafy designs with small hearts and smileys on the hands of his wife DUA with the letter 'A.'