You marry a boy and you become their mother for the rest of your life. The thing is there are always bells that ring in your brain telling you this is all wrong yet we convince ourselves to go on. We are so focussed on the feeling forgetting that this decision needs to be guided too. We do not pray about it and we are in too much hurry like you said.

"Auntie asked me when I am getting married?'' forget about her. It is your life and take it slow.