@KeysToAysha, can we meet again?
Digital love letters & late-night thoughts from a love that time forgot. Waiting in silence. ❤️ Names changed for privacy.
September 1st. The month that will never be ordinary again.
What I'm about to share isn't just My Story, it's a lesson about Love, Faith, and Allah's perfect timing.
Buckle up for 'Safar-e-Mohabbat' - a 4-week journey.
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#HelloAishaUK
Heartbroken
My mother-in-law stabbed me in the back. She deceived us both, me and @KeysToAysha her daughter.
Now my girl is abroad, I think she's being held there, controlled, unable to leave.
I'm only 18 years old. I have no idea how to get her back.
Left the house in a daze.
Walking but not feeling my legs.
Mind blank.
Heart numb.
No idea who to talk to, what to do, where to go.
Just pain.
Only pain @KeysToAysha
Met @KeysToAysha 's father.
First time seeing him properly, since we got married.
He said, “I need to talk to you.”
I was shy, quiet, didn’t know what to say.
It's just me, myself, and I now.
Every evening, Ginger-bread would wait for me on the windowsill.
We'd cuddle up in bed together. He was my joy and happiness.
While we both waited for @KeysToAysha to return back to the UK...
Home alone, everyone gone abroad, mum, dad, brothers.
When I told them that @KeysToAysha went abroad with her mum, everyone thought it was a big mistake.
I did not believe them, I trusted her and never though anything bad would come.
But in the end… parents’ homes are the final stop.
No matter how far you run, how much you disagree,
how broken you return, there is no place like home.
I cried recalling this moment.
I ask Allah to raise my parent's ranks in the hereafter.
Ameen.
💔 The Last Day at @KeysToAysha's Mum’s Place
Thank you to brother Mahboob.
He loaned me £40 for the train fare.
Without that money, I don’t know where I would’ve slept or for how long.
Allah sends help through people, that day, Mahboob was the one.
I was nervous. Ashamed.
How do I walk back into a house I left without a word?
They weren’t expecting me.
I hadn’t spoken to anyone for weeks.
What would I say? How would I explain all this?
I only had one close work friend I could call. At her local city, I did not have any relatives or close friends.
At 18, I made some stupid decisions @KeysToAysha
Some you know, most you don't.
@KeysToAysha is gone from my life and I don't know what to do.
I'm standing outside her mum's door step, no idea what to do next.
Pocket empty and not enough train fair money to get back home.
Who do I call for money so early on a Sunday morning?
We woke early.
Her mum’s minibus waited outside for Heathrow.
I can’t remember every detail, just the silence.
No proper goodbye, no hug, no tears.
Then she was gone.
I stood in the cold street, bags at my feet, no home, no plan, no her. #DesiLoveStory
She was on my mind all night. Couldn't sleep.
Woke up in the middle of the night sweating, whole body steaming even though the room was cold.
Made dua for her straight away, eyes still closed. It was tahajjud time, when duas are accepted.
After that I was awake until 6am.
💔 Heartbroken.
The woman I made Hijra for, left me.
For love, I left London, my family, my life.
Moved to her world, trusted her world.
Now she’s gone, and I’m standing here wondering if Hijra for love was ever meant to work.
#DesiLoveStory
💔 The Last Night
The woman who I love more than anything in my life, tomorrow she’d be gone.
Our final night together.
She was quiet, distant.
I spoke, she didn’t.
@KeysToAysha lay beside me like a stranger programmed to leave.
Couldn’t sleep. #DesiLove
In a relationship, such decisions need careful thought, discussion and planning.
We had none of it.
I couldn’t influence her, couldn’t stop her.
It felt like some unseen force had taken over.
For the first time, I wasn’t the decision-maker, just a bystander in my own life.
💔 Day 72
Her mum never spoke to me.
Not once. Not even about the journey.
I lived in that house like a ghost, invisible.
The plan was being written behind my back, and I was too blind to see it.
Looking back now, I see all the red flags.
The signs were there.
But I was only 18.
What did I know about life or love?
Still, Alhamdulillah, even then, Allah gave me more maturity than most people my age.
Just not enough to see what was coming.