I belong to a Muslim family and have been in a relationship for the past 10 years with a boy I deeply love. We’ve stood by each other through every high and low. From our student days until now, we’ve managed all our expenses together when I had money, I supported him, and when he had, he supported me. We worked hard to reach where we are today, and now, Alhamdulillah, both of us are earning well and are ready to settle down.
I always knew that my parents had high standards when it came to choosing a life partner for me. They care deeply about who we associate with and what kind of family I’ll be connected to. So, early on in our relationship, I was honest with my boyfriend about their expectations. Since then, both of us have worked day and night to rise to that level not just financially, but emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.
He eventually sent a formal proposal, but my parents initially rejected it due to differences in our families’ financial status. After six months of consistent effort, prayers, and patience, they finally agreed but not without warning me. They said I would regret this marriage and face financial difficulties throughout life. One concern is that he doesn’t have ancestral wealth or a separate home they live in a joint family.
But as he is settled abroad, In Sha Allah, we plan to stay there together and build our own life. Throughout our relationship, our intentions have always been pure. We always wanted to get married and make our relationship halal. Now, within a week, everything is about to change forever. Our years of patience, persistence, hard work, and tahajjud prayers are finally bearing fruit.
Still, my parents’ negative words sometimes echo in my mind “Will I suffer?” And they raise doubts I don’t want to entertain. But then I remind myself: how could I ever walk away from someone who has never disrespected me in ten years, who’s protected me like a guardian, supported me financially, emotionally, and mentally? He even left India just to meet my parents expectations. He takes care of his family and has taken care of me too, ever since he settled abroad.
We don’t have huge savings yet, but we’re both earning well, and savings will come with time. Our bond is built on love, respect, patience, and shared dreams. We want to create a beautiful family together. I believe in us. I believe in the future we’re going to build together, In Sha Allah. Still, these negative thoughts sometimes creep in because of what my parents said. Please help me silence them. I just want to hold onto hope and positivity. I want to believe with all my heart that this will be the best decision of my life.