In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
I had been craving mole sauce for quite a while already, but for some reason I had been waiting for avocados. Can't have chicken mole without avocados, right? But I couldn't wait anymore. So together with my chilli paste and powdered chocolate I put onions, ginger, garlic and oil into the blender. Awesome! Praise Allah! Instead of avocados, I'm eating it with oyster mushrooms. Right now, my chicken breast is stewing in the sauce, so I'm waiting while writing my love to you.
Somehow I'm having an imaginary conversation with you about love, about how love should be all the way, or something like that. Don't you believe my love for you is all the way? I'm certain that I must put your well-being into the highest consideration, so I cannot have you marry into my poverty. But I am waiting and working towards that... all alone... all by myself... isn't that all the way? Am I not working into the deepest danger in the service of Allah, to push the barrier until it collapses into wealth enough to afford to marry you? InshaAllah. Don't you sense my all-out abandon for you? Don't you feel how deep my love is for you? Oh, you don't think it's deep enough yet? How can it be, when we're not together yet? Wait until we're together. InshaAllah.
Would you like some chicken mole with mushrooms?
