Fairuzah the daughter of Vice admiral Umar Farouq Sultan, is a hard girl, who is known for her resilience and independence, who found nothing special about love, attributing her contentment to the unwavering love of her father, as her father's love...
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QOD "The thin line between a good and a troubled home lies in the practice of patience." _ FLS
So, my parents and even Dad are suddenly obsessed with me getting hitched. Like, seriously? after dumping every guy even before a relationship started, where do I start from, I don't even know how to pull this girly stuff, maybe I should let mummy know first.
I'm even way more surprised that Dad brought the issue up, who would have ever thought ? Like Aunty Abida will always say "when you're done spoiling her, then you marry her." Classic.
It's one thing to agree to get married and another to go in search for a good husband, atleast someone who is going to take his time to understand and know that I'm a princess and I shouldn't be hurt, the stories I've read and heard about marriage seems like it's no good.
Take for instance the horror stories - guys cheating with no conscience or even control, being Infidels with the slightest opportunity, even the women are not left out nowadays, the polygamy debates, and the infamous Maryam Sanda's case. "Can't I just enjoy my soft bread without stressing over this?"
The frustrating part is, it often feels like men don't listen, and us Gen Z females are woke and ready to call them out if things don't go right.
Now, don't get me wrong; I'm not justifying anything, but seriously, murder? People shouldn't resort to that. Letting things be might just save lives. At the end of the day, it doesn't matter who you choose to be; good or bad, we all end up dead. People will show up at your funeral, act like you never died, feast on anything available and move on.
In my own story, I'm not looking to be anyone's toy or whatever they call a wife. I'm aiming to stand tall in my faith and be a full-time Daddy's princess – nothing more, nothing less.
Marriage has never really crossed my mind. It's not even on the list of things I think about, especially as a Muslim aware of certain rights that should be fulfilled. The idea of complete submission, sacrificing freedom, quitting my job, losing 'me time,' or ending up with a misogynist genuinely scares me. I might be a tough girl, but messing with my peace and mental health is a big no.
Being mindful of my well-being is crucial. Marriage is a significant decision, and if I ever consider it, maintaining a balance that respects my values and mental health will be a priority. Expressing expectations and setting boundaries would be crucial to ensure my peace of mind remains intact. After all, it's okay to prioritize happiness and mental well-being.
After much contemplation, I realized it's probably not going to work out. We're all going to die someday, and this won't matter. So, I've decided to stop stressing about it. Marriage just doesn't seem like my thing. I'd rather enjoy my simple pleasures, like sleep.
Chatted Mrs. Alkali, my therapist, maybe she could help.
So I quickly grabbed my phone and typed the words in the message box, "we need to talk, I'll see you tomorrow in shaa Allah."
I dismissed the thought with two heavy raka'ats of tahajjud, there's nothing Allah can not do, and then delve into my precious bed and tried to sleep, but it didn't happen, I couldn't even close my eyes, the thought of being in another man's house, under his care, I disagree, it will not work for me.
8:30am Saturday morning, I was sitting quietly in front of Mrs. Alkalis office, patiently, until the sound of her Range Rover filled the arena, I raised my head up to see the woman with the puffy cheeks smiling at me, she wore a beautiful blue jilbab that accentuated her mocha complexion. Smilingly she said "look who is on time today."
I returned the gesture and said " you know I'm an early bird."
"or a night owl?" She said.
"or both." I retorted.
She laughed out loud as she used her keys on the door, "please." She said as she used her hand to pave the way for me. I entered right before her, quickly sat on the couch and unleashed the drama cackling inside me.
"I couldn't sleep last night, it was like a dream in broad day light, no body understands me, things will never go my way, I'm so tired of existing."
"Then die." She replied frantically.
I looked at her with annoyed contempt as she switched and said again " you know you have to calm down so we'll understand each other right? all this rants will do no good, I'm not your problem, I have been trying to make you understand when you're angry, the other person is not the problem, bring your voice down and talk like the beautiful, brave and blessed woman I know."
The beautiful, brave and blessed woman! Chapter 3 here! What's your take on marriage? For me everything I know marriage to be is what I see! Lt. Naz! 🤭🥂✨🤍 enjoy!
