Thursday, June 09, 2011

The year I spent with a beard.

One year ago today, I first met my husband.

I remember not wanting to meet him - I had pretty much sworn off men at the time. I actually only went ahead with it because I didn't want to offend my really jovial and sincere uncle who wanted to introduce us. (Later I would find out that he wasn't too excited about meeting me, either!) But I sucked up my pride and I went - I remember thinking exactly this: at least this will be another amusing marriage story to tell. In fact, this story has roots in my first meeting with him ;)

But, well, Allah is the Best of Planners. I couldn't have planned something so efficiently and effortlessly as He did, subhanAllah.

Anyway, my husband later told me that he was a bit intimidated by me when we first met. I'm the one who started talking to him first, and asking him hard questions. He didn't expect me to be so aggressive. But I suppose my charm got to him eventually =)

I left that meeting feeling rather content. I really don't believe in this "love at first sight" business, but I knew pretty quickly in my heart of hearts that this man had the potential to be the one.

And he was. And it wasn't complicated.

There's something about being married that contributes to a kind of serenity and peace of mind that I have never experienced before. It's not quite about being in love, although that is a part of it. It's deeper than that. It's a spiritual ease - knowing that a part of your life now has much deeper roots than it used to.

Now I understand this verse in the Qur'an: "Among His proofs is that He created for you spouses from among yourselves, in order to have tranquility and contentment with each other, and He placed in your hearts love and care towards your spouses. In this, there are sufficient proofs for people who think" (30:21).

It really is a sign of the Mercy of Allah, Who attributes great love to Himself - He is called Al-Wadud (The Loving). It's rather bewitching to think that God, the source of all love, deemed me to be worthy of having this love in my life. I remember thinking after I got married, what in the world could I possibly have done to deserve this kind of happiness? The thing is, I did nothing to deserve it - it's all by the hands of an incomprehensibly Merciful Lord.

Allah blessed me with one year in my husband's company, Alhamdulillah. Here's hoping to many more happy years and the strengthening of our now intertwined roots.

5 comments:

mezba said...

mashAllah. May Allah give you many years of happiness together.

Mezba
http://readwithmeaning.wordpress.com

sara said...

I love this post, but I gotta tell you something ... A "Beard" doesn't mean what you think it does.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=beard

Asmaa said...

Mezba, thank you! =)

Sara, WOW, haha! And yet I will keep the title of this post intact.

Teacher S. said...

Assalamu aleikum,

This made me feel fluttery : ) If one day we finally get the chance to have a real conversation (I call on you to make the arrangements, miss slightly-less-swamped!), I shall tell you my marriage story and you will truly be in awe at how Allah is the best of planners...

May Allah bless your marriage inshaAllah.


Sincerely, your other love ;)

Nauman said...

LOL @ Sara's UrbanDictionary pull... too funny... :)

May Allah (SWT) keep you happy, Asmaa. :)