In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia, my precious young bride. How are you feeling? I have just had a long spell of outpouring regarding my fantastic situation and love to my uncle and aunt. I don't talk much anyway, but it is her land my house is on, so I talked for their entertainment I suppose, and now I feel a little sick. Since I have no privacy, the conversation is probably all over the Internet now. Oh Allah, I must seem to everyone a complete lunatic. Or a sorcerer. I just want to create a tourist attraction that glorifies Allah. The topic rested on you, how I came to choose you for my wife, your Islam, and that you are wealthy and I am poor. You don't think you are wealthy? Would you finance our marriage? Even if you said you would, how can I believe you? How can you ever have respect for me if I am unable to buy you things, and help pay for our family? I would only be able to believe you if you absolutely believe in my "sabilillah" (cause for Allah). But even that is not necessary. I have begged Allah and will continue to beg Allah to grant me my own wealth so I can give you a good married life. Until Allah grants me the means to marry you, please be patient with me, and wait with me, and pray for us.
This is part of the cutting edge that I have trying to teach you about, and a glimpse of how our life as a progressive couple will be, that we can be stationary but still ahead of the others. InsyaAllah. If you're not on the edge, then you're not where you're supposed to be (an American proverb). Right? But being on the edge doesn't mean that we can't have a peaceful and happy family. Just remember that it is Allah who grants peace and security.
I love you.
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