Little Girl

I have always thought that my father is the best man in the world. He is passionate, adventurous, and a perfect Baba for his little girl. He grew up not knowing what a father should be, not know how to act, talk, or represent one. He is my rock and I can't live without him.

Knowing this and looking up to him everyday of my life, I expected my brother to grow up to be the same. This kid, yes he is still a kid, is so different. He is easy going, funny, and quiet. Don't get me wrong he is just as passionate and adventurous as my father. But he is amazingly complex. He seems simple but then he surprises you with mature and reasonable composure. 

Seeing these two men, and having them as examples, I didn't expect the man that would be my husband to be anything like them. They are my family and as much as I love every part of them, we are a family that Allah made, and we have our differences. It's just like my brother and I will never see eye to eye, but I trust him with judging other people, because he has a keen eye at seeing a persons character for who they are and not judging a book by its cover. My father is strict and maintains a proper desi environment for a girl, but I am not afraid to opt out of a plan because he said no. If this is how he protects me and the other one, then so be it. 

One advice that I have always gotten is that: Family is what Allah SWT gives you, every other relationship you pick for yourself, and it may not be perfect 90% of the time, people come and go and family is there no matter what. They are blood, and that is life. 

There is a loop-hole in that advice. He didn't know that the person you spend the other 3/4th of your life with is actually a match made by Allah SWT as well. So when I expected this random man to come into my life, I thought I would really have to make it work. I would have to figure out his dislikes and likes, his mannerisms, and his habits. That he would change for me and I would for him. It was expectations that I held onto and believed. 

Oh wow, was I a bit misguided, by my own predestined thoughts, but wow. He is like a mix of both my Father and Brother. How does that happen? On top of that he is his own person, an individual that amazes me. He is kind, loving, sweet, loud, funny, smart, and just perfect. When people used to tell me that when it happens you will just know, I imagined sparks flying and a Hollywood style exit. Only to find that the feeling is the same but it looks a lot simpler than anything extravagant. 

I fully believe that this is perfect. It may not be to someone other than me and that's fine. I am excited and ready to figure out where we lead our lives. One may say that I am completing half of my deen, others may say I found my soul mate, but I know I have found a future. The future looks more or less like today, but bigger and clearer. It actually looks pretty amazing. Alhumdulillah.