Last night I attended my 4th engagement party since arriving in Jeddah 9 months ago. It was for the older sister of a co-worker. I actually went shopping for a dress for the celebration. The 3 past celebrations I had been to were more elegant than a Red Carpet event, and when I packed my bags for teaching kindergarten in Saudi a ball gown did not make the cut. After having been to a few of these events already, I was starting to get the hang of them.
Rule 1: Plan to arrive home no earlier than 3am.
Rule 2: Wear shoes you can dance in, or dance barefoot.
My friend introduced me to all of her cousins and aunts. They were absolutely gorgeous—like movie stars. My friend was wearing a satin silver long dress bottom with a sparkling rhinestone strapless top and matching high heels. She was stunning. Her long hair was pinned back forming a beautiful bun.
Words cannot describe being in a room full of custom-made gorgeous ball gowns. Below is a picture of what a typical dress that a Saudi woman may where to one of these engagements.
After a couple hours of dancing, talking, eating small appetizers, and drinking Arabic coffee made of cardamom (an excellent way to keep awake), the bride-to-be was ready to be presented to all the women. As friends and family gathered below, she appeared from the top balcony doors with staircases ascending on either side. Traditional music was played. What a beautiful moment this was to share in.
As she stood at the top of the balcony alone while pictures were shot, she started tossing red roses into the crowd, one-by-one. After this was finished, with the help of 2 other women fixing her dress, she gracefully descended the staircase while pictures continued. She was so happy, and her sisters’ and mother’s faces expressed the same overflowing joy. They joined her at the bottom of the staircase, and they continued together down the stage walk-way through the center of the room and up to the center stage that was awaiting her. After a few more songs the guests were dismissed for dinner in the dining hall. The row of white tables lined with silver dishes of food stretched for the entire length of the large room. The food was amazing, and I especially enjoyed the shrimp and crab legs.
We visited for a bit longer, and one-by-one women returned to the counter to get their abayas where they had left them upon arriving. I soon followed and exchanged my square number “86” card for my abaya and head scarf and sat to wait for my driver. It was 3:15 a.m. I thanked my friend for everything. It was such a privilege to share in this family’s special memory of their oldest daughter’s engagement celebration.
By Michele