Until I Met You ✔️.

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NAEEM.
Algiers, Algeria.

The Wedding Day.

I woke up this morning feeling excited and refreshed after only a few hours of sleep. I take my bath and head to the mosque for fajr prayer. After returning, I take a shower and bring out today's outfit. I head back downstairs and fix myself a quick breakfast. Just as I'm eating, I get a call from Abubakr.

"Salam Abubakr, how are you doing?" I ask, dropping my plate in the dishwasher, "Wa Alaikumus salam, I'm good, Alhamdulilah, how's the groom doing?" He teases.

"I couldn't sleep much last night, but Alhamdulilah," I chuckle. "Oh, don't worry, everything will be fine in shaa Allah," he assures. "You're a really good friend, you know," I say, smiling as I take a seat on my bed, looking around my now empty room.

"What time are you leaving the house for the mosque?" He asks, "I'll be leaving before Abi and the others; I have to go pick up Aman's bouquet." I informed him. "Aw, you're getting her flowers?" He teases, "That's enough teasing for the day, Abubakr." I laugh.

"Oh habibi I'm just getting  started. Anyway, I'll see you later, and don't forget to keep your smile in check. We don't want you to end up in the hospital because your face got stuck in the same position from smiling too much." He adds.

"I'm going to ignore that." I say. I end the call and take down the last few of the things I'm taking with me to my new house. I meet Mama in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee, as I come back into the house.

"Good morning, mama," I greet, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Good morning to you too, Baba; how did you sleep?" She asks, "Very well, Alhamdulilah." I reply, "Have you gotten everything?" She asked, taking a sip of coffee.

"Yes, I have," I smile. "My baby is now a big boy, huh?" She teases, "Mama, not you too." I groan, making her laugh. "It's all jokes; don't worry. May Allah bless you and her and bless your union too," she prays.

"Ameen mama, thank you; you should go get ready; we'll be leaving soon, insha'Allah," I say, "ok then." We walk back up to our rooms together, and I pick up the special outfit I'd gotten for today and put it on. I spray myself with some cologne before picking up my phone and exiting the room.

I leave the house before them and drive down to pick up Aman's flowers before driving to the venue where the nikkah is taking place. I hand the flowers over to Maryam, who takes them to where Aman is.

I see Aamir and Abubakr together, so I take a seat beside them. "Assalamu Alaikum," I say, adjusting my thobe. "Wa'alaikumus salam, I hope you're ready to get tied down," Abubakr jokes, and I shake my head, causing both of them to laugh out loud.

The sheikh calls both Aman and me to both take a seat at the assigned table. "Hello," I whisper as he starts the wedding. "Hi, I think we should pay attention; I don't want to get caught talking to you while this is going on," she whispers back. "Thank you so much for the flowers, by the way, I love them," she adds.

"You're welcome," I say, turning my attention back to what is being said. After he finishes the sermon, we sign the marriage contract, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but it is true. I'm a married man—a man with a wife.
I try to internally digest that.

Alhamdulilah, ya Allah, I just completed half of my deen. I look over to Aman to see Maryam hugging her. She has tears in her eyes too, just like mine. I smile, and she giggles as the tears flow freely down her beautiful face.

Yes, I'm allowed to say that now. I take a few steps over to her, and when Maryam notices me, she lets go of her and gives us space. "Congratulations!" I say, "same to you," she jokes, and I do something I've been waiting to do, which is now allowed: I use the thumb of my fingers to wipe her tears away.

"Oh, these are happy tears; don't worry about them." She jokes, "Oh, that's fine; crying is allowed today and only today." I say, "Jokes aside, can I hug you?" I ask, and she nods her head so slowly that I hardly notice. I slowly wrap my hands around her and pull her closer to me.

And thinking of it now, she is exactly where she is meant to be, in my arms. "I'm glad Allah picked you for me, because when I made du'a, I never specified; I left everything to him, and look who He blessed me with." I say

"The person I get to spend my life with, fid dunya wal ahkirah, the person whom He chose to complete half my deen with and to aim for the remaining half with, I'm glad it's you," I mutter into her ear.

She's so tiny and smells so nice. I feel like I'm on cloud nine; this has to be the best day of my life. I hear sniffles, so I pull away from the hug to see she's crying again.

"Ok, I can say the first tears were happy tears, but I don't think this one is. Is something wrong?" I ask her, bringing out a handkerchief to clean the tears, "Still happy tears, don't worry." She laughs a bit, and I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Our little moment is interrupted, so we take pictures with the whole family and proceed with the walima.




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After the walima, it's time to leave, and Aman has been crying for so long. Her eyes look red and puffy, and by the time she's finally separated from Aunty Khadijah's arms and into my car, she is as red as can be.

"Please stop crying; I'm going to start thinking we rushed into things and that you're not happy, plus I know you're scared and all, but so am I. I do promise to do what Allah has asked of me and to also use the sunnah of the Prophet (Peace be upon him)." I assure her, placing my hand on her lap as we drive to our new home.

She stops crying after a while, and by the time we get home, her eyes are not as puffy as they were before. "We're here," I announce, going around the car to help her open the door. I helped her out and held her hand as we walked up to our house. "This is it," she mutters, looking up at me.

"We'll be fine, insha'Allah; Allah is with us every step of the way." I assure her, rubbing her tiny hand with the pad of my thumb. We make du'a before muttering "Alhamdulilah" as we step in.

I show her around the house before taking her to her room to allow her to take a shower. I'm a married man, y'all. I keep chanting it in my head even as I order us dinner and wait for her to come downstairs.

She comes down thirty minutes later, just as our food arrives, but the first thing that caught my eye is the fact that she's let down her hair; without a hijab, she looks even more beautiful.

"I don't think I said this earlier, but you look so beautiful, Allahumma barik," I say, walking over to give her another hug. I think hugs just became my favourite thing in the world. How did I get so lucky?

I just know that I'd be willing to do anything for her, and I'm so grateful that I waited patiently for her. "Let's eat before it gets cold," I say, placing a feathery kiss on her hair before she drags herself to the dining table for dinner.

"Do I get chocolate cakes anytime I want them?" I ask as we sit for dinner, "Anytime you want." She assures me, laughing. We have dinner and pray Magrib before proceeding to pray two extra raka'ahs to thank Allah for allowing us to witness this day and to make us the coolness of each other's eyes.






















































THE END!

Hi there,
I'm so happy and sad at the same time, I don't know if you all loved this book but i did and not only did I enjoy plotting it but writing it also. I want to also thank all of you that have been here from the beginning, I love you all so much and may Allah bless us all Ameen🫂.

On the scale of 1 to 10, and want you all to be honest with me, how would you rate this story let me know in the comments section too 💋.

Don't forget to vote comment and share and look out for Aamir and Nasreen's story. Coming soon. "You'll be seeing more of Naeem and Aman in shaa Allah 💕. So tell a friend to tell a friend.

Anyways, this isn't really something but is something at the same time, don't ever give up in what Allah has in store for you, stay steadfast and grateful and insha'Allah everything will come your way. I've said too much haven't i?
Anyways bye 👋🏾 .

So an Epilogue or nah? Let me know in the comments section.