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my sister's wedding day 9th Aug.2007

If someone ask me what the day i wish to be repeated i ll tell him my sister's wedding day..it was the perfect day elhamdulillahMarwa was looking amazing ,i don't know is it because of the white dress or what ,but i have never seen her more beautiful ...
everyone seemed to be so happy including me...
and we got 0 criticism ; )

kaman it was the start of a new love story between my brother and my lovely cousin ,i ll talk about it later..

Comments

Anonymous said…
What a beautiful day, wasn't it?

Yeah, Marwa was soooo Beautiful this day *o* like a princess =)
Ahmed you're a lucky man xDD

Mabrouk =)
Anonymous said…
yeah Mabrook to Marwa and Ahmad ! >_____< it was a special day ! ^^

Marwa was simple, a real beauty, the pride of my daddy ^^ because he saw his daughter getting married.

inshaallah, I will be the next !

and Mabrook for the baby kaman ! *O*
kiss you ya bet anti ya Safsof !

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