I saw yellow, and the colour of pink all around me, I saw my mother, looking beautiful as ever in her hijab, which was lined with many elaborate designs, I loved it. I recognized that there was an imaan in front of me, but I wasn't in the actual wedding. It felt so surreal and make-believe at the same time.
I looked at the person walking down the isle, and it wasn't Mohammed, it wasn't someone that I recognized at the beginning, until I saw a clear sign to who it was. That was the only sign Allah, had to give me, and he did.
I wasn't supposed to marry Mohammed, it just wouldn't be right. He wasn't a good Muslim, and all he wanted to see was my hair. So, my answer was no.
Thank you Allah. Ameen.
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The Hijabi Always Wins
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