"And We have made some of you a trial for others. Will you ˹not then˺ be patient?"
The first time I read this ayah in surah Furqaan, I had no idea it defined my future so clearly.
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Hafiz Hakimi;-
A 26-year-old Nigerian-American who grew up believing those who worshipped something they couldn't see were crazy motherfuckers. But it wasn't like he would go out of his way to tell them his opinion. His life was perfect, a routine of work, party, fuck, sleep, and repeat. His only source of annoyance was the woman whose vagina he popped out of, but even she was very far away from him. Life was good, everything was great. Until one fateful trip to Nigeria, his home country, set off a tornado that wrecked his mundane to pieces.
Aliya Suleiman;-
A 22-year-old hafiza whose only goal was to finish studying medicine, the devil's course. She only planned to get married after making her first million dollars, a feat her best friend Jasra said was impossible. She wasn't offended of course, because she never planned to get married. And if she did, it would be to someone more pious than her, mature and respectful; indulging. But then the one person she couldn't say no to begged her with tears in her eyes to marry her son. She was the woman who raised her and provided for her mother and her. There was no way she could refuse.
It was the worst thing to have ever happened to both of them.
A sudden downpour on an otherwise clear sunny day.
He wasn't anywhere near the kind of man she imagined herself with.
She was the woman raised by the person he hated the most.
It was basically a recipe for disaster.
She saw him as a way to repay a favour.
He wanted to use her to get revenge.
And as such, the stage was set and the curtains lifted.
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Muhammad thought of Madeenah as a child, younger than his baby sister, although way more mature. She seemed to have created a bond with his daughter and that was all that came to his mind about her. Not her smooth caramel skin, or her captivating light brown eyes and neither did her sweet voice do it for him.
Madeenah thought of Ya Muhammad as an arrogant and stoic person but a really good father. In truth she was terrified of him. She hated the way he would look at her, as though she was less important than him. She hated the way he never spoke unless he needed to. She hated the way his voice washed over her, making her shiver. She hated his height and how it made him tower over her small frame. She hated him but she just couldn't stop thinking about him.
So what happens when the two end up being brought together by an unusual arrangement . He's older, she's younger. He has a daughter and she has barely begun life. Will he let go of the past and try to find happiness or will he drag her down with him?
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"Let's get married." He says with such a straight face that I feel stupid as I chuckle.
"What did you just say?" I ask in disbelief.
"You heard me Madeenah." He says in a gravelly tone.
"Why would you want to marry me?" I shake my head. "You don't like me."
"I like you well enough to be married to you." His broad shoulders shrug in his familiar black suit.
What is going on with him? And what have I gotten myself into?