I Gotta Let This Go

bismillah.

I don't know why, but lately, I've been talking about marriages and things like that. Not that I'm eager about it. (though I do feel that way) But all these talking and chatting about this made me forget something.

I didn't know what

One day, my sister asked me and my friend,

'You're so busy talking about this, have you perfected yourself?'

well, sort of.

Dushhhhh!

That was a slap in the face. But it was what I needed. I've been blinded by the idea of marriage, that I forget I will hold half the responsibility to make it work. AND IM NOT EVEN COMPLETE YET!

Being in a marriage lets you complete each other, you and your spouse. You complete half the deen of your spouse. You carry each others weights and sins.

How can I complete my other half when I, myself, am just taking the first step in this journey?

I realised that I can't go on like this. I'm going to let this dream go, so that I can fulfill myself first. Because I know, Allah will give me the people He thinks most worthy to accompany people who love Him. And He will send me my other half, when I'm completely ready.

Because who knows better than Allah himself rite?

Oh Allah, I so love you!

.mistakes are mine to blame.

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