It has been almost ten years. My pursuit of happiness was complete when four years later he stood in my hallway on his knees asking me to be the one for him, and him for me, in what they say, through thick and thin, in sickness and in health. This perfection I felt was unstoppable – it was a high. But what goes up must come down and as fate had it, in 2013, my husband and I lost the most precious gift granted by Allah, so precious that the story is too sacred to share…We were broken. That hope we once felt shredded into pieces and that happiness dissipated.
I remember collapsing on the roadside in Melbourne when grief took over me, he picked me up and held me, telling me over and again “It’s going to be ok love, I’m here...” This man that I married, is not dissuaded by adversity, only encouraged by the love he promised me when we got married five years ago.
Loss makes us reevaluate what and who is truly precious and importantly, how we spend time with those who are here with us. I don’t want to spend the finite time I have in this world looking back in despair and yearning for things that has yet to happen, instead it is my mission to return the kindness, patience and love of this man who has given me nothing short of everything.