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I woke up early in the morning, the golden rays of the sun filtering through the curtains. I rose from my bed, eager to start the day with prayer and remembrance of Allah. The anticipation filled my heart as I knew that today would mark the beginning of a new chapter in my life. My family, too, had awoken, aware that a long-awaited journey awaited them—an nine-hour flight from Mogadishu scheduled for 7:00 am.The preparations for the flight were in full swing. Me and my family packed their belongings and enjoyed an early breakfast. Excitement and a touch of sadness filled the air, especially for Aaliyah, who was leaving her family behind. As they made their way to Aaliyah's house to bid farewell to her parents and siblings, the atmosphere was charged with love and affection.
Upon arrival, warm greetings were exchanged, and Aaliyah's eyes brimmed with tears. She held her parents and siblings tightly, cherishing those final moments together. Sensing her sadness,I approached her, enveloping her in my arms.
"Don't cry, Aaliyah," I whispered softly. "We may be leaving our families, but we will return to them whenever you desire. We shall visit them every holiday, my love. Please, don't cry"
"I will miss them, Yusuf," Aaliyah replied, her voice filled with emotion.
"I understand, wifey, but remember, we will visit them whenever you long to see them. I promise," I reassured her.
Aaliyah smiled through her tears, grateful for Yusuf's comforting presence. "Thank you, my love," she said.
"Can you repeat that, wifey?" I playfully requested, unwilling to let go of the moment.
"No time for that now; let's get going," Aaliyah replied, laughter dancing in her eyes.
"No, wifey, I want to hear you say it again," I insisted, holding her tenderly.
"In your dreams," she responded playfully, escaping my embrace and joining my siblings Amal and Amira in the car.
We embarked on our journey, making our way to the airport. Me, Aaliyah, My family, Abdi, and his wife were all traveling together, which brought a glimmer of happiness to Aaliyah's heart, knowing that her elder brother would be by her side during this transition.
Upon reaching the airport, we completed all the necessary check-ups and procedures before boarding the plane. Me and Aaliyah settled into our seats, side by side, while Amal and Amiira took their seats my parents as well and Abdi and his wife found their places as well.
As the airplane soared through the skies, Aaliyah turned to me her eyes filled with curiosity and concern.
"Yusuf, when you travel for work to another country, will I be left alone at home?" she inquired.
I smiled, "Yes," he responded playfully, "I will leave you alone, and remember, there are ghosts in Jakarta too."
Aaliyah laughed, her playful spirit shining through. "Come on, I'm not a child, but are you really going to leave me by myself?"
I pondered for a moment, then replied, "Should I take you with me, my love? I can, if you wish, or perhaps I should give up my work?"
"No, that won't be necessary," Aaliyah replied, her eyes sparkling. "But whenever I feel like being with you or when you are traveling to a place I love, I will join you."
"Of course, my princess," I affirmed.
"Thank you, my king," Aaliyah said, leaning in to kiss my cheek before resting her head on my shoulder, drifting off to sleep.
After a long flight, we finally arrived in Jakarta. We first visited my parents' house before proceeding to our own home, while Abdi and his wife headed to their residence as well. As we entered our new house, I could sense Aaliyah's excitement and admiration for the carefully decorated space. I was delighted that she loved it.
Once our belongings were settled, we began organizing our clothes in the closet and freshened up with showers. Aaliyah went first, and i was next . When I emerged from the bathroom, I found Aaliyah seated before the mirror, gracefully styling her hair while wearing a beautiful gray baati (a traditional Somali dress).
I approached her, my heart brimming with affection. "Allahumma barik," I whispered, expressing my admiration for her.
Aaliyah blushed, her eyes cast downward. "Thank you, Yusuf," she replied softly, her shyness evident.
"Would you mind doing my hair after you finish?" I requested,"Yes, please sit down," Aaliyah responded graciously, rising from her seat to make room for me.
"Thank you, my princess," Yusuf said, taking a seat.
"It's my pleasure," Aaliyah replied, a soft smile gracing her lips.
As Aaliyah skillfully styled my hair, a sense of intimacy enveloped us . Our connection was more than just physical; it was a deep emotional bond. Aaliyah's gentle touch and my gratitude filled the air with tenderness and affection.
"You have such magical hands, my love," I whispered, my voice filled with admiration.
Aaliyah blushed, her cheeks turning a rosy hue. "I'm happy to make you feel good, Yusuf," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
When Aaliyah finished, she prepared to leave, but I gently grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to me. Our eyes locked, and a surge of emotions passed between Us.
"Aaliyah," I began, my voice tender and filled with longing.
"Yes, Yusuf? What is it?" Aaliyah asked, her eyes searching my face.
"Can I..." I trailed off, unable to find the words to express my desire.
Aaliyah's gaze softened as she realized what I was asking. "I'll do it," she said, a faint smile playing on her lips. With a graceful movement, she leaned forward and kissed me, our lips meeting in a sweet, passionate embrace. Time seemed to stand still as we savored the moment, our love and devotion intertwining.
"You don't have to ask for permission for something like this, Yusuf," Aaliyah said, her voice filled with tenderness. "After all, I am all yours."
My heart swelled with joy and gratitude. "Then let me do it again," I whispered, pulling Aaliyah closer to me. Our lips met once more, our kiss filled with an intensity that conveyed our deep connection and shared journey.
In that moment, me and Aaliyah realized that our love was a force that transcended time and distance. We were bound together by faith, respect, and a love that knew no boundaries. And as we embraced in that small corner of our new home, we knew that this was just the beginning of our beautiful and halal love story.
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Flawless love
RomanceAssalamu alaykum to all my wonderful readers. I am delighted to present my first story at the age of 17 as I embark on my writing career. Despite English not being my native language, I have chosen to write this story in English, and I hope that you...