I was the girl who laughed with the sun,
Strong-willed, soft-hearted, spoiled by love—
Clinging to dreams that wore white veils,
Of a house full of little feet and loud joy.
I timed my life to a perfect script—
Married by twenty-five, six kids in tow,
The kind of chaos I could cradle,
The kind of love I thought I’d know.
But years slipped by like unanswered du’as,
No ring, no cradle, just prayers echoing in silence.
I made peace with loneliness, held my parents closer,
Whispered maybe this… is my rizq.
Then came you.
Not in fireworks or grand entrances,
But in the quiet way you asked my father,
And the way I said yes through trembling prayers.
They say nothing prepares you—
Not for the silence after arguments,
Not for the ache of missing home,
Not for living beside someone and still feeling alone.
I’ve cried into pillows I can’t tell anyone about,
Carried the weight of wanting—
A child, a familiar laugh, a moment of ease.
Some days I wonder if I chose right.
And then I hate myself for the wondering.
But I am trying.
I am here, five thousand kilometers from comfort,
Learning how to be a wife when I barely know how to be whole.
I am grateful, deeply, endlessly—
But I am also breakable.
Still, I stay.
Because love is not always loud or easy.
Sometimes it’s the quiet act of waking up and choosing,
Even when choosing feels like a battle.
And maybe, just maybe—
One day I’ll look back and find beauty
In all this becoming.
And so to you, my love—
In the quiet moments between all the noise, I want you to know this—
I love you.
Through the good days and the hard ones,
Through the laughter that fills our home,
And the silence that sometimes stretches too long.
I may not always have the right words,
But my heart is always with you.
I carry you in my prayers, in the deep of night,
In every hopeful whisper I send up to Allah.
No matter how hard the days feel,
Please remember—
You are not alone in this life we’re building.
I’m here, beside you, learning and choosing you again and again.
May every step you take be blessed, May we always find our way back to love and May Allah always bless this marriage, guide us to him and grant us both His Jannatul Firdaus.
Always,
Your wife.
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