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“How has the wedding planning been going?” I asked Waleed.

“Ah, good, pretty good,” he replied.

Waleed sat down beside me, strap of his bag slung over his shoulder.

“We’re all going to dance lessons tonight,” he divulged.

I nodded my head, a smile creeping onto my lips.

“That sounds fun,” I commented.

“Yeah, it should be good,” Waleed agreed. “Both Jumilah and Justin have large bridal parties, so it’ll be good to get together and get to know everyone.”

“How many bridesmaids and groomsmen are there?” I wanted to know.

“Ah, nine each, I think,” Waleed responded.

When my eyes widened, he laughed.

“Yeah, they’re big numbers,” Waleed pointed out, “but both Jumilah and Justin have a lot of people from a lot of different parts of their lives to include. We’ve got family and friends from the mosque and friends from work and other people.”


The younger sister of missing Sydney man Mitchell del Reyan, Nina del Reyan lives on Dharug land in western Sydney. She has recently commenced a teaching degree at Macquarie University. Nina loves her family and friends and is deeply committed to finding answers and justice for the families of missing people.

Abbey Sim is the founder of Huldah Media. She is a creative writing, law and theology student who lives on the lands of the Dharug people in Sydney, Australia. Abbey desires to explore themes of hope, love and longing through her storytelling. She is the author of 'Shadow' and 'From the Wild'.

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