D E A R A D A M,
"Why do you want to marry me ?" I asked you. But you just looked at me.
"Sara Ive even taken permission from your mom." I look at you in the most unbelievable way possible.
"Why should I marry you then ?" I asked you in a confident tone.
"I am muslim and you need me right now." He replied back with a cocky smile.
I sighed and told you Id give you an answer in the evening.
Later on, I talked to my mom and the advice she gave me made me feel like accepting you was the right decision. I prayed to Allah and asked him. All day, all I thought about was you. Maybe you were meant for me after all. I decided to trust Allah and take a leap of faith.
I called you that evening and agreed to marry you, not knowing of your intentions. Not knowing why you wanted to marry me. Not knowing why you were paying for everything.
My mom left the hospital and we decided to get married before she went for her transplant. Our wedding was nothing I dreamed off but yeah.
I remember you grinning widely after the marriage. You looked happy yet I was an emotional wreck. But I decided to give this marriage everything.
S A R A
"Sometimes the best things come in disguise"