Salaaaaaaamun Alaykuuuuum everyone! i'm back :D apologies for the long delay in posting. How've you all been??? inshaAllah i pray everyone's results were good and if not then remember everything happens for a reason and as long as you're breathing every moment is an opportunity to change and turn your life around! And 'when life pushes you to your knees, ur in the perfect position to pray' ^^ When u realise u have no one except Him. that is when u make DU3A2 and He ANSWERS u, you get me?
Anyways, its been really nice seeing so many of you over the past week! especially the 'moons' who brighten up the sky of my heart. hehe. love you all so much!
Soo, last time i wrote a tiny bit about what happened next and then went on a mad one about Mut'ah LOL! So this time i'll keep it lighter inshaAllah :)
But first, mashaAllah we've reached 10 parts now - this is the tenth! Salawaat!! Allahumma salli ala Muhammadin wa aali Muhammadin wa ajjil farajahum!!
So last time my dad gave me the talk. However, as i've said to some of you in person, when i told my parents about my decision, i wasn't asking their permission. i had made my decision. We had made our decision. i was simply informing them. i knew that i didn't need their permission - just wanted to keep them informed.
So anyways, about a month later i was in germany visiting relatives. and i believe it was even the day that we had landed. i was staying with my grandad as i always do. twas nice seeing them all. however my grandmother (mum's mum) was in hospital at the time. i think it was cancer that she had. she was very ill, very weak. may Allah have mercy on all your relatives who have left the dunya...reminder for us all...
Anyway, so i met the brother who had put us in touch in the first place. Actually my family knows him veeery well. hehe. he's actually a relative of mine. i didn't say it earlier because i didn't want you to think that i approached him as a relative. i didn't. i approached him as a brother. it so happened he was the only person i had such a connection with that i could speak openly about my feelings. even now, i refer to him as brother and not as uncle. because even if he had not been related to me i would still have gone and spoke to him. the blood relation played no role in my decision to approach him.
Anyways, so that night this brother, his wife (who i had spoken to on the phone that time when i had a panic attack earlier), my mother and myself... the brother drove all of us to the house of the sister. Her family's house. She lived with her mother, but i knew she had 2 brothers. Let me tell you a small story here. Imagine, in the darkness of the night, we are driving on the roads, trees on either side. Imagine, this is the first time Haidar would really meet his potential wife to be, someone who he's spoken to only twice on the internet. Some Halal musical humming would be nice here!
So this is the story. Some years ago, i went to visit my family in germany. The day we landed, my aunty had a small majlis (religious gathering) in her house and they had asked me to recite Dua Kumayl (supplication of prophet Khidr (a) taught by Imam Ali (a) to Kumayl ibn Ziyad (a)) and i had agreed. So before even going to where i was gonna stay (with my grandad) i went straight to their house. The car dropped me off and i ascended the stairs to their flat. So after the majlis had ended and i had finished reciting the du'a, one of the uncles was impressed by my recitation and asked if i could recite in his home next week and i agreed.
The story continues...
During the week i met some brothers and sisters who i became very fond of. They were going to go to a different city by train for a big gathering of many brothers and sisters. And i really wanted to go with them. However, guess what? The day they were going was the same day i had agreed to recite in the uncle's house. So i called my aunty (whose house i had recited at), thinking it would be fine if i excuse myself. However she said that the uncle had actually called and invited his other friends to come after confirming that i would recite. i was gutted. There was also a brother who i knew from youtube, and he was gonna be at that meeting too. That was the main reason i was really eager to go. However i knew now i couldn't... i cried to Allah swt when i prayed Isha that night.
So the brothers and sisters left. And i felt left alone. i know my family was there like my mum, grandad and so on, but you know when you have special love for your brothers and sisters and wanna spend time with them, especially when you know how little time you have to spend... sigh...
So i went with my uncle (aunty's husband) to the uncle's house. It was a gathering where basically older people who he knew had come together. typical thing to expect really. no one i could relate to. i recited the du'a. Then i was sitting there as the uncles spoke about various issues (you know what its like hehe). i feel kinda sorry for myself imaging me sitting all alone there! i guess God felt sorry for me too...
From nowhere, a young brother with a pious face came and sat in front of me. He began speaking with me. He asked my views on something Islamic. Not because he didn't know. But because this brother's Akhlaq is impeccable. Especially the way he treats others. He spent the whole time sitting with me and honestly discussing with me and listening to me. He really made me feel honoured, and Allah brought a love and warmth into my heart through him. Since that day i've loved this brother so much. One of the few people a person can call friend... who would have imagined that he would be my brother in law one day?
To be continued!
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