“Who’s out Layyana?”
“ Ummm… mum it’s suhayl and his parents.”
“ Asalamualaykum Layana!” a very cheerful Suhayls dad said. “ is your dad home?”
“ wa’alaykum salaam and jee he is just a minute!”
“ Dad it is for you!”
They sat in the front lounge, dad, suhayl and uncle zaheer, while mum and aunty Sumaya chatted about some new skin product that just hit Americas top stores…
Dad entered the kitchen and with a smirk on his face, “ Layyana, my doll, Suhayl is here to see you for marriage!”
Gasping for breath, “ WHAAAAAT!!!??? Dad you kidding”
“ no im not, go see for yourself.”
“ okay fine but I have to make istikhara, if that is how you pronounce it”
“ no problem, I will just tell them that you are deciding!”
That night on my musallah, I couldn’t get my mind of the fact that suhayl had introduced me to islam although I knew that even if we hadn’t met, if it was emant for me, I wouldn’t have accepted islam. But he was the one that made the inclination grow in the first place.
3 years down the line, I stand a proud muslimah with Suhayl as a pillar of strength and a trophy merit, my son Muhammad.
He definitely got my genes with the blue eyes and blonde hair but I have to say that his voice is like his dads, and insh-allah he will one day fill the empty crevices in his princesses heart just as Suhayl filled mine, but for now I have two nights with voices of nightingales.
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM