Today I attended the wedding of DA3's friend, ABD. His bride's name we'll call Y--. She's from Russia and ABD is from Quatar by way of Lebanon. It was a short, sweet ceremony held at one of Changchun's mosques. The bride wore traditional Chinese Red, and as you can see from the pictures below, a traditional (Chinese) Muslim gown. An imam married them and gave them an "official" document encased in a pretty booklet. I quote 'official' simply because, while it's totally legal in China as far as Muslim weddings go, who knows what will happen if visas are ever questioned or if it's taken abroad. Such is the risk of a wedding outside one's own country, perhaps? The couple, pale, agitated, and nervous before the ceremony, looked much more relaxed afterwards. After the signing ceremony the imam had another appointment, but the rest of us visited and had cake. I helped the bride cut the cake. It amused me when she said, probably for the first time, "Which one is for my husband?"
Y-- and her friend
Y-- and ABD cut the cake
The groom feeds the bride
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