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Mubarakah was sitting in her room alone with her diary and pen, whenever she is lacking words yet so much in mind, she grabs her diary. She was all at sea, After listening to her mom, she was pretty sure that she was going to get married, yet she was confused, questioning herself, is she ready yet?
It was not any small thing that could be taken easily, it was her life changing, life turning point, she had to make the decision of her life, she thought nothing would ever be the same again, She was questioning herself, can she lead a happy life? Can she make her partner happy?
will she be happy again? Will she ever laugh the same again? Is he the one? Will it be a true love story?
As she was never in any kinda relationship, because she never wanted fake love, fake relationships, fake people, anything fake around her, she didn't want heartbreaks, late night cries, she didn't want to hurt her pretty heart, and most importantly she never wanted to hurt her parents, she couldn't break their trust they had in her, she thought the fake relationships would not worth my parents trust, and ever more important thing that she couldn't date anyone was, her believe, her religion, which teaches peace over chaos, love over hatred, truthfulness over falsehood, dignity over dishonour, grace over disgrace.
She was clear that if she's ever gonna fall in love, if it ever happens to her, she gonna fall harder and harder and even deeper, She had that clear image if she ever falls in love she's going to love fully and truly, She believes in one time love stories where love happens one in life time, she thinks that love is not something that happens daily, but excuse me, with the right person, with the man of your destinies, it happens, daily, each day, each moment, thus she had built a protective shield around her, so that she could protect herself, her heart, her parents, and her imaan.
