And then there's this tradition of صْبَايا (single young women) rolling the bride's engagement ring seven times down one's finger, sitting in her throne right after she goes to have her dance with her groom “until it is warm again” says mama, eating a piece of the cake from which the married couple has eaten and taking a sip of the drink from the glass which they have drank from, and holding the bouquet the groom has gifted his wife in addition to الشَّرْطْ (a sum of money on which both parts have agreed).
It's a tradition that even I, a woman who believes men to be selfish filthy creatures who are unworthy of me devoting myself to them, enjoy doing so much because it somehow comforts me that the dreamy innocent little girl still lives within me.
