One day we got a call from Ahmed's mom asking us when we can meet up. We kept postponing it because of the fact my dad wasn't yet on board with the idea. Finally after 2 weeks of persistent asking he agreed for us to meet him.
We called Ahmed's mom and told her we should meet up. We set up a meeting at Starbucks the next Thursday.
My dad sadly was not able to make it but my uncle came along with us. The men sat outside while us women sat inside waiting for my uncle's test to finish so he can okay Ahmed as a good Muslim man. After about an hour my uncle came in and said "MashAllah Ahmed seems like a very good guy and I agree with him, he wants to meet you in person Maisa is that okay?"
I agreed to meet him. Ahmed came inside and sat with us. I instantly became extremely shy and could hardly say a word and every time my mother apologized on my behalf he would say "I completely understand it's no problem."
I got out a few words in Alhamdulillah! Then he said he wants to pray istikharah and get back to us. He had exchanged numbers with my mom just in case as well.
For the next week we both kept praying istikharah and got nothing until the 7th day and I had a dream that we lived in Saudi and we were happy but there were some complications that I didn't quite understand. So we took that as a yes to continue on.
The next month we met up again with the both of our families present. His mom was MashAllah very sweet but his dad was a bit angry seeming but that didn't matter to me at the time. I had even over looked the fact that his father had made my father feel bad. I got to talk to Ahmed and I was happy this time because o was not shy Alhamdulillah.
After an hour my dad said its time to go and he quickly left. We said our salaams and joined him. I was smiling thinking it went very well, but as soon as I got in the car I realized that my father thought otherwise. He was very angry at how Ahmed's father treated him and told me to forget about Ahmed because he didn't want me to marry into that family.
The whole way home I cried, I didn't speak to anyone. When we got home I went into my room and cried some more. I had really wanted to marry Ahmed but I realized the next day that it was not meant to be so Alhamdulillah. This was not in Allah's plan for me and I have to stay strong because InshAllah my Prince Charming is out there somewhere maybe he is even looking for me. InshAllah!
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DuchoweLiving in America it's not easy to find a good muslim man, but we find them somehow Alhamdulilah. Finding the one meant for you takes patience, an open mind, and most of all prayers.