By: Anonymous.
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Dear Future
Wife,
Assalam
Aleykum.
Hey you,
what are you up to?
Um…hmm,
sorry am kinda nervous right now. The truth is, thinking about the future
scares the heck out of me. I hate not knowing what will happen to me ten years
from now or one year from now or even in the next five seconds. Yet for some
reason, picturing you in it always brings a smile to my face. It brings calm to
a stormy sea, and for good reason.
I may not
know you yet, but I already think you’re just too pretty to be true. The world
may be round, yet again it might be flat, but that you are the most beautiful
girl I’ll ever meet is a fact beyond deliberation.
I have no
expectations whatsoever to be honest about the kind of person you’ll turn out
to be. If anything, I’ll be willing to
take the reminder of my life to understand you and if else all fails, then to
simply accept you for who you are.
I don’t
know what mistakes you have committed in the past or present but I can overlook
your flaws. Because despite what people always say, I think everyone deserves a
second chance. The more lost a soul is anyway, the more susceptible it is to
guidance and rebirth. If I am to be the reason you end up turning a corner and
being the most pious lady to ever walk on earth, then darling am all yours.
I am not
the perfect human specimen either, I am guilty of being naïve where naivety is
of considerable detriment. I have flaws in personality that need to be ironed
out, but I believe I’ll be ready cometh the hour.
One thing
you should know though, in all my twenty something years I’ve lived on earth,
the ladies at home have simply spoiled me to a wreck with their delectable
cooking. They can cook a rock and make it taste like chicken. I know, I know
it’s unfair to put that much pressure on you, I understand but…*cough* culinary
classes *cough*…am willing to pay… *cough*…whatever the fees…*cough*. In any
case, I’ll definitely help around the kitchen if you need me, and I’ll do my
best not to chop off my fingers instead of the onions while am at it.
Oh another
thing, I love exercising. I wonder if you do too. It won’t matter of course, if
you don’t. Personally, I believe fitness is a matter of choice really but be
warned, we’ll hold occasional races between you and me. Whoever loses will do
the dishes all by themselves that day (and there shall be no dish washing
machine in the house!)
You’ll be
more than welcome to milk my wallet dry. But my wallet only and no other man’s.
It will be my privilege to make you feel as comfortable as possible, it is a
mission I’ll see through to my death. But I know you, you’re not driven by
material things. You’re not overwhelmingly concerned about worldly life. Your
focus, like mine, is towards that everlasting place Allah has promised for
every pious man and pious woman.
Kids? Of
course, yes. I haven’t put my finger on a number yet, but obviously the more
the merrier, right? Heck, let’s start our own village. We’ll teach them Quran
and Sunnah and then scatter them all over God’s earth so they can spread the
spirit and love of Islam. Together with them we’ll flush out all evil from the
darkest corners of this world, or so I hope.
Speaking of
corners of the world, do you like to travel? I most certainly do. I would love
to travel all over the world if God blesses us with the means. I’ll take you to
the weirdest of places, feed you the weirdest of native cuisines, meet people
with names that mean something offensive back home. I feel the earth is calling
for me to explore it every single day, but I can push my schedule back and prepare
an itinerary for two instead. See, am making sacrifices for you already.
I can be
awkward and feel misplaced in matters where love is concerned. Frankly,
sometimes I feel my own family don’t understand just how much I love them,
simply because I don’t know how to express it in words. But for some reason, I
just know…I just simply know, you will make me sing, you will make me chant,
you will make me shout at the top of my voice, to express the love I will feel
for you.
I hope
wherever you are now, that you are safe and happy. I want you to be all you can
be and hope to be. I want you to more than just survive this time barrier
separating us, but to thrive. I want you to worry less and live more. And when
we finally meet inshaAllah, I want to make you feel like you’ve never lived before.
See you
soon, Habibtyl Kheir.
You Know
Who..
