After long days and moments of wavering faith, I want to end the evening with you. I want you to tell me of the stories of the prophets. Remind me of the strength of Musa, the wisdom of Isa, the beauty of Yusuf, the patience of Ayuub, the humility of Muhammad, the heart of Ibrahim, the gratitude of Nuh, the bravery of Dawud. Tell me again and again of the women in their lives and how these men honored them. How you'll honor me. The men you emulate, may Allah place you with them in Jannah. Remind me again of how these blessed men, each with the promise of paradise; remind me of how they never forgot the importance of istighfar. Allah will forgive us if only we ask. Keep reminding me, for verily reminder benefits the believers. On nights the world is everything but kind, I'll tell you of Aasiyah. How little this Dunya meant to her, although she had in their eyes, everything. To her, Allah's pleasure was everything. Remember how she smiled through the torment of this world and prayed? Turn to Him, this test, this Dunya is fleeting, but it shall pass without you, without us. Remember how Khadijah affirmed the faith of Muhammad after his initiation into prophethood? Remember how she was the first to believe? The first to offer comfort and wisdom? Remember when I promised you my devotion? I will be your Khadijah, unwavering in my love and support for you, I believe you, I believe in you. May Allah continue to safeguard you, may your tongue never rot and produce fruits of hellfire. You are truthful, you are my truth. May this union find blessing in Jannah, may Allah continue to smile at us. Even after our souls take leave, during that pit stop to the afterlife, may our love never find rest with our bodies. Thank you for loving Allah, and through that, thank you for loving me.
Hadi is 19, Gambian, Muslim, student, cheese connoisseur, Madridista, womanist, and self described word lover.
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