She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Some hearts understand each other, even in silence.
There will come a time when holding onto your faith will be like holding a piece of hot coal.
There might come a day that Allah allows you to fall in love, and when you do you’ll be unable to fall out of it. And so he’ll put it into your heart to pursue her, and you’ll do whatever it takes to have her. Then one day you’ll go to her father and ask for her hand, and Allah will soften her father’s heart so that he’ll allow the union between you. You will marry her, and realize how lucky you are, and that despite her flaws you have been given the perfect complement to yourself. You can see in her eyes everything good you want for yourself, and you realize that every night that good lies beside you. Marriage will be difficult, she’ll be difficult, but she’ll be something you’ll pursue the best in, always thinking of her first, considering how she feels, and determined to treat her better than any other man on earth could have.
And so you two will grow old together, and if you did things right you’ll fall in love with her again and again and again each day, but only if you realize that love isn’t something you find but something you create. It’s something that abounds from the realization that you are both flawed, the realization that you’re both frayed, and that your union works best when following God’s design. You see his design and see that Allah braids you two together, and despite your flaws and your fraying, you’re made stronger than you two ever were separate. You’ll realize that your families should be there for you, that being patient and not rushing is a key to success, and that putting God before each other is most important.
Then there will come a day when you realize that losing her would be worse than death itself, and so you hope and pray to God that you pass away before she does, because otherwise you know you would live the rest of your life dying from the poison of your broken heart. So you pray and pray and pray that God bring you home, before he brings her, not only so that you don’t have to live without her, but so that you can beg God to let her in to jannah for how perfect she has been to you.