Imprecise
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Being a Muslim and searching for love is tough. Having strict parents who are also captious when examining the one. Parents who are destined to choose the right spouse for their child. Now being a Muslim girl is complicated. The guilt and hurt we go through to choose our spouse is unimaginable. The bitterness we think we are releasing to our parents when letting down their choice for thee, lingers in our heart.
I am now 23, a female, without a husband. I find it hard to choose the right one. I believe that love isn't suppose to be arranged. Love is chosen by the heart, seen by the eyes, and heard by the ears. They speak and design your future. Arranged marriage isn't my ideal type. I promise I will find love alone, and alone I shall keep my trail of opinions.
I am not aware of what my parents have in store for me. I'm uncertain if my lover will show, or if it's intended for me to be in marriage which I wasn't a part of when being sorted.
I know the one I love is waiting patiently at the other side of the door. But pushing away my parents decisions is what I'll have to accomplish first. Well, if I know what's only in store for me.
WARNING: I am in no way, shape, or form trying to change your opinion towards any religion. This story is made to show people how a Muslim love story is, and or a life for a Muslim person is. It's determined to be something enjoyable.
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