Hello, sisters!
My name is K. and today I’m going to tell you my story. It’s not something out of common but I think that sharing it will comfort other sisters who don’t have the courage to speak about their journey yet.
I was born in the northern part of Europe. It’s a beautiful region, where you can find beautiful sceneries and good food. There’s a lack of humanity though. People are very cold and I couldn’t stand it. I’ve always tried to find people who are kind, joyful and warm.
When I was 18 I joined some groups of expats. I wanted to meet new people and find out about new cultures through their eyes and experiences. This way I found out that, surprisingly, Muslims were very nice humans, as I like to say. They always have a positive attitude, regardless of the situation back in their home countries.
During one of these meetings, I met a group of Muslim girls who became my best friends. We hanged out a lot, tried new cafés and always kept on talking about nothings. We loved spending time together.
One day, I went at one of the Muslim girl’s place to surprise her. She was a uni student and that day she just passed a hard exam so I wanted to surprise her with some snacks and a new board game.
I guess I was the surprised one though. She wasn’t home alone. Her brother came to visit. He was a handsome Middle Eastern man with a warm smile and beautiful brown eyes. I was fascinated by him. They invited him to join them and we tried out the board game I came with.
He planned to spend three weeks at her sister’s so we included him in our friend group.
After a while, I was happy to see that he was searching for my presence as much as I did.
His departure was a very sad moment for me. I was already used to spending time with him, his sister and the other Muslim girls.
After a couple of weeks, I couldn’t stand it anymore and I asked his sister if he is going to come visit her soon. Of course, she asked me if I liked him. I confirmed, shyly. When she heard that, she confessed that her brother also told her that I was a nice girl and that he’d like to have a wife like me. I was beyond happy and I really missed him.
Time passed and after a few months my friend announced me that her brother is going to come visit her again soon. I was so excited to see him again. I just couldn’t forget his laughter and his kindness.
After his arrival, I was a constant guest at my friend’s house.
At some point, while my friend was in the kitchen preparing a snack for the three of us, he told me that since his last visit he couldn’t stop thinking about me and how our life together would be. I told him I felt the same, no hesitation. That was when he asked me if I wanted to marry him. Obviously, the answer was yes. I couldn’t say no because I was too in love with him and I really wanted a life together. Also, we knew that we couldn’t have a relationship without marrying because it was haram. And I didn’t want to put him in a position to do something that’s forbidden in his religion. Plus, I didn’t mind to get married so soon. I felt like it was the right thing to do.
In the meantime, his sister was at the door, looking all happy after she heard our conversation.
Everything was perfect. I just had one more thing to do – tell my parents. But I had a plan. I was going to organize a dinner and tell them we had a special guest. And so I did.
I was very nervous, although I knew that my parents were very supportive, no matter what I chose to do in life. I introduced my soon-to-be husband and told them that he was my friend’s brother and we wanted to get married.
They were very surprised. Of course they asked me if I’m sure because I was so young but I told them that this is what I wish. They gave us their blessing and so we started our journey together.
Once I reverted I came to know better the Islam, the customs, the rules and so on. Also, he moved to my country, found a job here and started the preparations for the wedding.
His whole family came to attend the ceremony. It was so beautiful and they integrated me really well.
Everything went out perfectly between us and I realized that those rumors about abusive Muslims husbands were nothing but something made-up by the western society. He was so caring and respectful and Islam is a religion which made me feel very comfortable.
After a few years though we decided that the people in my country are never going to be a good home for us and our future children so we moved to his home country.
I started getting used to the life there quickly because I already knew things about Islam and my husband was always telling me how life was there, how it is like to live in a Muslim country and so on.
Soon, our first boy was born and we were extremely happy. We finally felt like our family was complete and we couldn’t wait to see him grow up. Now we’re waiting our second child together.
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