Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem
I opened my mother’s diary and some of her letter’s fell out. I gingerly unfolded it. It was a letter,yellowed by time but the passion and depth of the words held strong,across the waves of time. It was from Salim to my mother.
I don’t know if you want to hear from me. Or if you will want to know why I just dissapeared , without a word or trace. Have you ever felt like someone knocked the breath out of you? That’s how I felt from the time time I’ve met you, someone can say we are just strangers,it’s barely been a few days but all I know,is from the first time we had a proper conversation,all I keep thinking,is,this is the one. The one I want to grow old with,the one I want by my side,for always. I try to keep busy so I don’t feel that punch to my gut everytime I think of you or the distance between us. I only left because knowing I cant be with you is killing me.
I have met a wise old man,here in the pretty little village in Swat with rivers and trees, I look at the scenery and it’s beautiful but there is something missing.. I wish you here ,travelling with me.
So the old man, something about his calmness made me confide in him, he said that I did the right thing by moving away because besides society and family not accepting our union, Allah Taala’s blessing will not be with a marriage that starts by His anger. His anger is with someone who is in a haraam relationship even if they are not doing anything ‘wrong’ , was it not just our conversation that caused our hearts to draw close,so close as if I have always known you…
Knowing that loving you is a sin,is something very difficult for me to digest and accept. But I don’t want to taint our future if we can ever have one.
There are only two options Seema.. forget about me…or marry me. I’ll be waiting at the station,with your brother. I have already told him. At 4pm… If you come,you will make me the happiest person alive.