His Blind Wife✅ completed.

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This part will be much, much smaller compared to the previous one, but it's a very important one for our Lailah's life.

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LAILAH

I was very excited after Mariam told me that they both have had a great night. I was happy that they were happy and continue being happy.

"Oh, Habibty, I have seen your husband!" Mariam exclaimed to which I just stayed neutral. It was an arranged marriage after all, probably for some deal... Business and their way of getting stuff done. It can totally mess up your life, plans and goals. But Allah knows best...

    I was cut out of my thoughts when Mariam lightly pulled my Hijab to grab my attention.

"Oh, yeah." I said still shocked.

"Well, what yeah? Your husband is a very good man, looks religious and I am very sure you will be perfect together." she said so fast that the last line I didn't understand it. I just made an hmmm noise and didn't say anything else as I was again pulled in the world of my endless thoughts..

Lailah?" Zahra suddenly pulled me out of my trans.

"Yeah." I said.

"Well, I have a very good news for you!" she chirped ever so annoyingly with her voice.

"What is it?" I asked clearly uninterested and told her to continue.

"Well, your future family are gonna be here pretty soon to meet you and your future husband to just know each other better, so we will get you ready." she said happily. That shocked me. A date? What? No! That's not allowed. Were my first thoughts.

"Is it... Um. Going to be halal? I am scared of being with him on my own." I quietly whispered to Mariam, while Zahra was busy selecting clothes for me and huffing out in annoyance when she wasn't finding anything nice.

"Yes, silly. It's going to be Halal. I will not leave you alone with some stranger, do not worry." she playfully said to which I giggled and visibly relaxed.

"Finally! I found clothes. Uff, we gotta change this wardrobe, missy." Zahra said clearly annoyed which made me put on such a wide grin, that my face started hurting from grinning so much.

"Eh, too bad my dear Aapi, I am NOT changing that ever, so don't get your hopes up too high." I said to her, emphasizing on the word not.

    They started getting me ready and we were expecting my future family. I told Mariam to help me put my Niqab, without destroying queen Zahra's work and she did ever so easily. Sometimes I am amazed by the people and their ability to do stuff because they can just look and do it. But it required much more effort for someone like me to do these things. that, of course doesn't mean that I am not fully independent. It's exactly the opposite. In this world, in this cruel dunya, I have learned, much surprisingly and unlikely to be independent and work on my own which many blind and disabled people still haven't done. And yes, they have the possibilities, the intelligence but they do not like to use it. Instead, they like to sit at home and complain.

    Anyhow, while I was thinking over my cool self and the fact of how lucky I am, I heard the doorbell ring and immediately pulled down my Niqab which, I for some reason decided I will lift up because I was in my room.

"Lailah, let's help you go downstairs into the living room, where the meeting will occur." Zahra said, so politely that it was very visible and obvious that it was fake that even the deff one would sense it without hearing her voice.

     We went downstairs and I was seated on the couch between Mariam and Zahra, opposite of us were my future parents-in-law and mine to be husband.

Nervous for me was an understatement. Sweaty palms, thumping heart, fidgeting with my fingers constantly.

"So, my dear, what do you work?" I was asked by his father. I gulped, I didn't know what to say. Should I say that I work in their business, or should I keep it unknown?' were my thoughts and I didn't know what to honestly do. I think I was quiet for hours, but it was just a few seconds.

"Um. I. I work as a PA." I stuttered.

"Yes, Aunty she works under me." Oh, so these were not his parents?
Maybe they're busy with something?
But, wait! His parents are... Are... Dead. Oh, Lailah! You are a terrible thinker and you also forget very quickly' I said to myself.
The time for our awkward meeting came and here I was sitting opposite to him.
AHMED
To say that I didn't find her attractive would be an understatement. But...
''haraaaam!' is what my brain shouted and then did I come into my senses.
"AssalamoAlaikum." I said confidently, looking at the floor and not her.
"WaAlaikumAssalam." she meekly said. What was she scared of?
Maybe me...
"How are you?" I asked. Silence occurred and she started fidgeting with the ends of her Niqab, perhaps searching for an answer.
"I'm. Um. Well..." she again said, stuttering. to which I chuckled pretty audibly.
"What? Why are you laughing?" she asked confused.
"I am just laughing at nothing in particular." 'i said, but it was obvious, eye-poking that 'i was laughing at her stuttering, because it was cute.
''Aaaaaa! Astaghfirullah!!!'' my brain yelled. Where are my thoughts going..?
"Um, so..? Do you have any questions to ask me?" she said this time a bit more confidently.
"No." 'i said, shaking my head.
"But. um.?? I? Have a question. May I ask?"
"Of course, you can ask." 'i said and chuckled silently because the fear was evident? From the way she spoke, to the fidgeting with her Niqab and fingers.
"Um... Would y-you s-still a-accept me if you knew I am b-blind?" she said and 'i was a bit shocked. How didn't I know that? She worked under me after all... 'i put my head on my hands and started thinking.
Closing my eyes, I stood like that for maybe a few minutes when I finally decided to speak out my decision.
"I would marry you no matter what flaws you have. outer appearance isn't important for me, the character is, the heart, the soul." 'i said and released a breath I was holding.
Her posture seemed to relax and like that we spoke for some more time about what not, then decided to go home as it was late.
    we prayed Isha at the near by mosque and headed home. Aunt and uncle were happy and I didn't need anything else than their happiness. I'm sure my parents would've been happy too. Jusp the thought of them brought tears to my eyes, but I blinked them away not wanting to disturb the happiness and focused once more on the positive side, as well as the road.*******
Wooo!
Another update, please don't kill me.I am undergoing a lot of treatments and I can't even fast these few days, please forgive me guys.
May Allah SWT bless you all on these 10 most important days?
'if there are any readers, or their friends who are performing Hajj, may Allah accept it and bless you even more.
As for those of us who are unable, may Allah allow us one day to perform it and get closer to him.
Ameen Ya Rabi'l Al-ameen...أحبك يا رب.💙💕❤️