I married the man of my dreams. If you ask me why, it’s because he’s the one who makes me feel safe enough to open up about my past and express feelings I once struggled to share. I’ve always carried myself as someone mature, handling everything the way a grown woman is expected to, but with him, I can also just be soft. I can be a princess, even complain about small, unimportant things, and he still listens and truly acknowledges how I feel.
May Allah protect and bless our marriage, keep both of us safe, and make life easier for us. And may we spend the rest of our lives together, growing old side by side, watching our grandchildren run around in the garden or play with the animals on our farm 🤍
