_Axeemah_
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Asma'u believes in marriage the way she believes in oxygen - necessary, non-negotiable, and somehow always just out of reach.
She comes by it honestly. Growing up watching her parents love each other with the kind of ease that looks effortless and never is, she decided early that she wanted exactly that. The same warmth, the same certainty, the same soft place to land.
What she got instead was a series of men that can only be described as practice for patience.
After enough disasters to fill a journal - and she has, unfortunately, filled one - Asma'u is starting to wonder if the problem is her. Then Yahya comes back. She remembers him as the neighbor's son who was nineteen when she was twelve - patient, steady, the kind of person who made the world feel safe just by being in it. When he appears at her parents' door years later and asks for her hand the same evening, it feels like an answer to every Dua she's ever made.
She says yes before she finishes thinking.
This is a story of love, desperation, and the quiet cost of marrying a memory.