April 7th, 2017
To April 7th, 2024.
Years of silence |•

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Dear Future Wife,
I hope you’re doing just
Beautiful.

It’s the last Friday
Of the blessed month
And hopefully in the next
365 days, we’ll be living the
Prayers we made this Ramadan.

By then, I wouldn’t
Be skipping my suhoor
Because I have you around to
Wake me up for it and our Iftaar,
Dear Darling, It would be in a
Grand style.

I will feed you,
With total ease, knowing
That In every morsel you’ve
Taken, I will be hugely rewarded.

I will make sure that
I romanticize my words
Into actions and to bring
This never ending dream into
Reality.

May we breathe life
To this poem as the Mr
& Mrs that we would be.

Your Darling Future
Husband |•

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Friday, 26th
Ramadan, 1445 AH
April The 5th, 2024.
Dear Future Wife,
A Series |•

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Dear Future Wife,
I hope you’re doing just
Beautiful.

Just like the other
Fridays, without an
Exception, I mentioned
You in the presence of the
One above the majestic throne.

Without knowing
Your name, I poured my heart
To He who created the she species
From the ribs of Adam.

While I pray,
I wonderingly wander
In the wilderness of your
Darlingness…And that brought
Me to a state of euphoria.

Iftaar Mabrook,
From your Darling
Future Husband |•

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Dear Future Wife
I hope you’re doing just
Beautiful.

I have a conflicting
Thoughts to begin with…

The thought of beholding
Your presence for the very
First time and then my world
Would be in a pause for sec

Dear Darling,
The thought of knowing
Your name and how I’ll
Pronounce it beautifully than
Anyone ever will.

The thought of you
Smiling at me and then
My world slows down to
Watch as ‘The Falling’ takes place.

The thought of finally
Becoming Mr. and Mrs
Us.

Your Darling
Future Husband |•

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Dear future wife,
I hope you’re doing just
Beautiful.

It’s yet another
Friday but it’s not
Ours.

I await a Friday
That our nuptial
Knots would be tied and
A true romantic journey
Between us would be set.

A grand tour of bliss
And blessings, a walk
Down the isle of Skye for
A beautiful expedition.

And by the grace
Of the owner of all
The Fridays.

We will live and
Make babies called
Poetries…

Your Darling
Future Husband |•

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Duk ku gama wani aure auren ku! Muma din sai mun auru, In Shaa Allah!

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Dear Future Wife,
I hope you’re doing just
Beautiful.

I’m writing this with
A concocted smile on
My face and my heart
Clouded by varieties of
Thoughts…

Your thoughts,
Actually…

The thought of
Seeing you all dressed
Up in my favorite color
And your hands decorated
With henna designs…

The thought of legally
Holding your hands knowing
That there’s Mawaddah and
Rahmah.

The thought of calling you
Names that drives you to
The Seventh heaven.

The thought of exploring
Your beauty and whisper;
Alhamdulillahil Ladhee Ahsana
Kulla shay’in Khalqah.

Your Darling
Future Husband |•

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I’m yet to see a thing
That wouldn’t break us…
If we hold on long enough.

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The funniest thing
That will ever happen to us
In life is life itself.

We don’t even know
When we’re taking our last
Breath. Isn’t that really
Funny?

May we have a
Peaceful passage
Out of this life|•.

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