I couldn't believe what I was hearing, Mohammed wanted to marry me. I barely knew the guy, except for his occasional bumping into me, and then proceeding to stare at me, like it was all my fault, that he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. I needed to get to know him better, so I could see for myself if he was a good Muslim, or if he was not at all.
I needed to make a duaa, when I got home to just see if this was the path Allah (SWT) wanted me to do this, or not. I wanted to get married to the right guy not, the wrong one.
As soon as I got home, my homework, was finished. I made duaa, I prayed to Allah to guide me and help me make this life-changing decision.
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The Hijabi Always Wins
General FictionMusamma can never get over, the feeling that boy gave her. It wasn't heartbreak, it was the feeling of heartbreak, it was the feeling of love. The feeling that, the boy gave her can never be replaced. Except by Allah (SWT). Watch the journey of thi...
