8 months of talking, I Finally received him at the airport.
The mouth odor received me first.
Voice notes. Video calls. Late night conversations.
This man could talk. Funny. Smart. Intentional.
I was at that airport 30 minutes early.
He walked through those doors and I ran to hug him.
Then he opened his mouth to say my name.
I heard it before I processed it.
Something ancient and powerful hit my nose.😭
I told myself it was jet lag. Long flight. Recycled air. Dehydration. I gave that man every excuse in the book.
Day 3 same thing.
Day 5 I was sitting across from him at dinner watching his mouth move and hearing nothing because I was calculating how to bring this up without ending everything we had built in 8 months.
I said nothing.
He went back abroad.
We talked less after that.
Drifted slowly.
Never told him why.
Till today he probably thinks the distance killed it.
Baby the distance was not the problem.
I just couldn’t spend my life turning my face every time you said I love you. 😭
IF I DIE! ⚰️🤍
If I die as a young man, nobody must do candle night for me unless you want Ababila birds to be dropping stones of fire on you.
Any sins we committed together when I am alive, you don't know if I have repented and Allah has forgiven me before I die. If you like,
Not planning to plait my hair .
Not planning to do henna .
My chest is so stiff,I really just want to go and pray and come back home to sleep..
May Allah ease all our affairs because only him can do that ..🙏
Your Nikkah is coming, your job is coming, your blessings are coming. Just trust in His planning. Don’t rush. indeed الله is the best of planners. What is meant for you will find you