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Sikilizeni kwa makini, mwenzenu nipo matatani…
Kwa mkubwa mtihani, ulonipata duniani…
Na nimekita mawazoni, sijui nifanye nini..
Nimefika njia panda, jamani nifate ipi?

Mimi ni mke nyumbani, na pia mimi ni mama…
Pili nilikua shuleni, na chuo kikuu kusoma..
Kishida nilisoma jamani, kwa juhudi zake mama..
Nimefika njia panda, jamani nifate ipi?

Kwa kupenda Rabana, shahada nikatunikiwa..
Kwa kweli niling’ang’ana, mwishoe nikafanikiwa..
Nikapata wangu bwana, harusi nikafanyiwa..
Nimefika njia panda, jamani nifate ipi?

Sasa nipo kwenye ndoa, mume wangu kakatalia
Amelitia kubwa doa, ndoto zangu kutimia…
Nikimweleza huniondoa, hataki kamwe kusikia…
Nimefika njia panda, jamani nifate ipi?

Hataki nifanye kazi, ataka nikae nyumbani..
Kinyume atakavyo mzazi, niwasaidie mashinani..
Hawana kazi wala bazi, na watoto tele nyumbani…
Nimefika njia panda, jamani nifate ipi?

Nina madada nyumbani, bado wapo masomoni..
Kuwasaidia natamani, ila kweli siwezani…
Imenipa tafshani, nakaa bila amani…
Nimefika njia panda, jamani nifate ipi?

Kando na ya nyumbani, ninazo ndoto zengine…
Uhandisi uwanjani, nifanye kama wengine…
Hunichoma roho ndani, nikashindwa nisinene..
Nimefika njia panda, jamani nifate ipi?

Nawaomba ushauri, njia ipi nifatilie..
Niende zangu kazini, wazazi wafurahie..
Au nikae nyumbani, mume wangu aridhie..
Nimefika njia panda, jamani nifate ipi?

Asanteni.

By: Anonymous

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Dear future hubby,

Assalam aleykum, how are you doing? Ok to clear the air, this letter is not meant to make you show up earlier, you can take your time. Besides, we have heard enough weddings recently already. People need a break, let weddings be out of fashion then we can bring it back to fashion with our wedding 😉

I am not going to narrate to you how our married life is going to be or how I would like it to be. The truth is that, there is no really knowing what to expect when it comes to marriage and I know nothing about marriage coz obviously I have never been married before. I am not sure about you; with the number of proposals I have been getting for second wife position, I have reasons to think you might know something about marriage. Anyway I will tell you something about being single. Being single is fun, freeing, finding yourself, less responsibility and much less consequences and duties; but it gets lonely sometimes and you find yourself writing letters to some virtual unknown individual.

After reading loads of wattpad muslim romantic story; I have thought of you in differect perfect ways. But then I just realized, perfect and imperfect don’t suit each other, don’t look good together and also I really want to get married to a human not a robot. (Though robots aint perfect either, they are ugly and have robot hands). And now I think of you as you. I have been trying this technic of seeing you in me. I try picturing you with my imperfections, which you may or may not posses and I have concluded if I can live with me, then I can definitely live with you. I can live with a pool of water all over then sink and dirty laundry carpeting my bedroom, I think. Coz I have seen many happy marriages and what they will tell you is you learn to accept the others faults that can’t be changed.

So it will be a learning process. I will learn to love you, to accept you and to care for you in the best way possible. And I can only pray that you will do the same for me. The phrase being used too often is, marriage is not a walk in the park. As I can totally understand that living with another human being from a different back ground can be challenging, I like to believe that marriage is not like climbing Mt. Everest in slippers. In our single lives we have challenges that we deal with every day, some which may be harder than living with a stranger; that is life. We are constantly being tested and facing challenges; thus I don’t expect my marriage to be any different. There will be tests in different forms and shapes, I hope every difficult will bring us much closer as oppose to drawing us apart. I pray that the challenges, just as they make you stronger in life, will make our marriage bond stronger.

I always joke about getting married to a tall guy. And the other day the optician told me I should consider someone who does not use glasses if I don’t want to end up with blind kids. Now the latter one is of concern. My point being, physical attraction is important in marital relationship but there are far much important things to look at. So I hope you are a struggling muslim like I. Someone struggling to know Allah and constantly finding ways to get closer and closer to Him. To earn His love, His pleasure, His Jannah in shaa Allah. That is what will make me be attracted to you the most before your height. Height is just a bonus.

Well I don’t remember again why I was writing to you, may be just to let you know that someone is constantly praying for you to show up so that she can have a best friend of her own, someone to share her dreams, hopes, fears and laughter with. Whether near or far, may you reach me at the right time, through the right channels in shaa Allah. I will be writing you more letters when I get to know who you are, I just love being old school.

Signed with love,

Your future wife.

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I stared blankly at the moon that seemed all dull that night just like my feelings. I remembered all the sacrifices I had made. I remembered all the ups and all the downs. Oh my, ours was a bond that no one could break apart. I felt so not myself. Did I fall into deceit or were you just wearing a mask all along? You meant forever, you were my die hard in each sunrise and each sunset. Why did you just have to be a vapor that would evaporate just so suddenly? You had hurt me intensely and I would say no medieval dagger could have penetrated that much like the way those words; those painful words hurt my heart. I felt as if the whole world was on my own shoulders. I felt as if I had no more strength to fight back because it was just like the sweet that suddenly turned sour. But the adage did indicate that, diamonds are made under the weight of mountains. Yes, maybe I could offer you the benefit of the doubt but….

Oh moon, where is all your beauty today? I have lived drowning in hallucinations. Probably keeping a blind eye to all that you did to me. What can be more saddening than this? These pair, our pair. Allah had paired my soft-floating heart to your hard tired heart. Do these two hearts really beat as one? I am yet to know that. I am yet to get all the answers to my ocean of questions. I am yet to discover salt from sugar and sweet from bitter.

For today, in this dullness of the moon, the stars too are crying in insane crystal blue, sympathizing with this softy that was so naive to differentiate disguise from realism. I am drowning in a sea of my tears for what seemed to be the whole of my existence. Where did I go wrong? Where did I laze around? What did I not shower you with? Then you declared that you would be my warrior even when the whole world turns against me. Where is all that?

This monster is ocean deep….

You have plucked the flower while still not in maturity. You have changed the vows and you have changed the lines. You have turned the mice from the bridesmaid and the Cinderella into a rag that was already clouded with your tenderness.

This butterfly that had golden wings that could never allow herself to be walked on and way too flexible fell unconscious in your love. She forgot that words could be venomous.

Today, I want to leave you in this note.

When the dirty chandeliers will still shine through and the demons will still hold on to me, will the heartache that you caused, ever heal too?

*********Salma Abdulatif Yusuf********

I can’t deny that there isn’t a day that I do not still feel your existence in my life. Even though I know that I have let you down over and over again, I left you in puddles of tears, showers of regrets and snowfalls of pain. But my heart still reaches out for you in hope that you will forgive me. Since I couldn’t bear to see you in the state that I was, and please don’t get me wrong, the memories hurt me too. Every trace of you brings back a flood of feelings, feelings that I have been trying to fight away.

Frankly, I’d like to return to your arms, to the days where I’d stare into your eyes and see my destiny. Letting everything go back to the way it was, peaceful. You and I as the best of everything. And I won’t try but I will do my very best to love you enough to heal the scars that you have picked up during this time I got you in. I will love you enough that you will forget the nights you stayed awake crying. I will love you enough that pain will seem like fantasy, something which cannot touch your beautiful soul. But I still know my words may mean nothing to you. I could be holding onto the broken pieces of our hearts, the shutters of hope and the dust of our love in the palms of my hands, screaming, screaming for your forgiveness. But how will you know I really mean it? So I tell Allah. I speak to Him about you and tell Him what I feel, ask him to grant you peace and happiness; my happiness. I ask Him to put my name next to yours in our destiny, to one day have us happily married. I tell him how I love you, because my words of romance to you, don’t mean much, but my words to Allah mean the world, because He is the only one that can help. For He is the only one with all the answers to both our woes.

*******Abdulmutalib (Taib) Saggaf********