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For the hopeless romantic in you…

Posted by Husband on August 2, 2006

This is a poem my wife wrote highlighting her side what was happening when events were building up to pave the way for our marriage.  Enjoy!

I Love Mariyam
By: Me (Olivia)
Remember back at purdue,
during the summer of 2003.
It was there I saw you that day,
casually strolling down the street.

“Who’s that brother?!” I thought inside,
as my heart began to speed,
“SubhanAllah it’s like I’m seeing,
a sahabi walking down the street!”

I kept cool and lowered my gaze,
as you walked right on by.
Your beard swished in the sunlight,
“it’s so long”, I felt my heart sigh…

“Would I ever see him again?” I wondered,
he seemed like the guy of my dreams.
Guess I’ll go on with life for now,
make dua to be given the means.

But I couldn’t forget about you,
so I would tell all of my friends.
I talked about you constantly,
kept babbling on without end.

“Liv,” one friend advised,
“you know, some people might overhear.”
“We’ll have to give him a codename,
in case we’re heard by other ears.”

So it was decided you’d be Mariyam,
the “sister” I liked so much.
Who knew she was so wonderful,
and that I’d have such a crush.

But, alas, our paths kept crossing!
It seemed like more than coincidence.
Even now I feel myself smile,
as I recall each incident.

There was the time outside the lab,
when I almost ran into you!
It was there I always saw you,
wondering if you saw me too.

One time I printed something,
and the paper had my user ID.
In big black letters “okompier”,
all you’d need to email me.

An idea flew to mind,
there was a trash can within your reach.
“I’ll just place it right on top,” I thought,
“make it innocent and discreet.”

But I guess you never saw it,
and my hopes began to fade.
How can this ever work?
I don’t even know his name.

Then there was that time I went,
to Blue Nile for something to eat.
But since all the tables were full,
I went for desi food across the street.

I was about to start my lunch,
but my friend’s eyes grew wide.
“Liv!” she gasped breathlessly,
“you won’t believe who just came inside!”

There you were at the buffet,
so I tried to take a peek.
But you caught me looking at you!
I felt my stomach growing weak.

I stared blankly ahead,
too nervous to take a bite.
“Liv, he’s sitting right behind you!”
My head was feeling light.

These are some of many stories,
that prove the Qadr of our Lord.
But let’s skip to the climax,
before our readers get too bored.

I was doing MSA stuff,
with some sisters I hadn’t told.
They were talking about Sarosh,
whose identity I didn’t know.

“I don’t know him.”
“Sure you do!” one said.
“I’m sure you’ve seem him around.
He’s tall, rolls up his pants,
his beard nearly hangs to the ground!”

Sarosh! That was his name!
I found the key to unlock the gate!
All my duas had now been answered!
Oh Allah, what a beautiful fate!

I searched you on the directory,
your email was in my hands.
Now was the moment of courage,
but even fear couldn’t foil my plans.

I began to type the email,
“Asalaamu alaikum brother,” was the start.
“You may have seen me around,” I continued,
barely controlling my racing heart.

“I’m doing this Khadija style,” I wrote,
trying to make a show of confidence.
Don’t muslim guys tend to balk,
at female-initiated correspondence?

But you confessed you were interested too,
and that marriage was on your mind.
So from there our adventure began,
and a nikkah would be our bind.

We made dua for each other,
and Allah brought us together.
Mariyam, you’ve got my heart,
inshAllah, now and forever.

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30 Responses to “For the hopeless romantic in you…”

  1. DXB_Muslim said

    haha WOW!
    I loved it!
    Ma sha’ Allah may Allah bless your family !

  2. Jazakallaah khayr!

  3. hijabman said

    Awww, do you both share a love of biryani too? :)

  4. Back in the day, I used to love eating desi food (beginning of marriage). Then I got fat and didn’t like it, so I did my research, changed my eating habits, and am back to proper shape ;)

    Siraaj

  5. Anonymous said

    really sweet, mashaAllah. Just wondering if you had something similar, from your side, to get the entire picture.

  6. Someone said I should do something similar, but I really suck at poetry and would be thoroughly embarassed if all the brothers who knew me read something like that. I prefer to just write out my side of the story and present it like that. Poetry is not my schtick.

    Siraaj

  7. Luqman said

    Eww, that’s disgustingly cute!

    Hope you two are happy together anyway :D

  8. Salaam Alaykum Wa Rahamtullah, hahhaha…sorry it was funny to me – im tlakign about this part – Your beard swished in the sunlight,
    “it’s so long”, I felt my heart sigh…

  9. Anonymous said

    perhaps you can post your side of the story

  10. ssa said

    wonderful

  11. Jabagaba said

    Interesting read, with its dash of humor and simple rhyming. Gives a frank idea of how a heart is so emotionally fickle.

  12. abdelrahman said

    WAIT, I WROTE THAT EXACT SAME POEM. ;-)

    insha Allah there’s someone writing a poem out there for each of us.

  13. But did you write that exact same poem for me? I bet you wrote that poem for a special someone else (minus the beard and pants part, heh heh).

    Go BANGLADESH!

    Siraaj

  14. Atif said

    Wait, who’s Sarosh?

  15. Siraaj said

    It’s me, my legal name.

    Siraaj

  16. Anonymous said

    awwwwwwwwww that’s so adorable

  17. *$*H* said

    awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww its so sweet mashallah may allah bless u with happiness throughout…

  18. ummafnaan said

    Masha’allah. May Allah give you both many many years of peace and tranquility together. Very beautiful inded.

  19. areader said

    Islamic marriages are so cute. May Allah protect your familes.

  20. UmmYasir said

    MashaAllah! I had tears in my eyes! I didn’t want it to be over.

  21. Siraaj said

    Ha, almost 5 years and 2 kids later, alhamdulillaah, it’s just getting started =)

    Siraaj

  22. Brother A said

    Siraaj’s version of the story:

    I was strolling around the purdue campus and felt a craving for biryani, so i went to my favorite joint. while eating, i noticed this hijabi lady staring at me, eyes wide. i was thoroughly creeped out. Next day, I wake up and scratch my head. Plan for day: biryani, school, biryani, biryani, sleep. my plan was halted by an email from this “olivia” who admits she’s been stalking me for weeks. i was about to call the cops when i saw that she was interested in marriage. “sounds cool” i thought. “i’m in”

  23. Anisa said

    Wow! How cute! Masha’Allah, thanks for sharing

  24. Moe Ibrahim said

    Mashallah!!!!

    I don’t usually comment on random blogs, but this is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read!

    You are a very lucky man Siraj!!!!

    Insha Allah more muslim girls can show so much courage and email me too LOL!

    salam

  25. Marinkina said

    1 п. “Не имей сто друзей, а имей сто шекелей” тоже хорошо рифмуется :)
    8 п. Ты никогда не потеряешь работу. Когда закончатся фотографии можно размещать рисунки (да хоть бы и конкурс объявить на лучший рисунок Одри (-:), аппликации и фотографии поделок из пластилина…
    9 п. Сто пудов ! :)

  26. Ferinannnd said

    Помнится, кто-то выкладывал фотки…

  27. Muslimah said

    Very courageous girl! I know many that would shy away and keep their crush to themselves. Ma sha Allah! Tell your wife I admire her.

  28. mohammad said

    salaamualiakum,
    this poem is embarassing, and the sister shouldnt tell her sins about trying to “peak’ At the brother.

  29. Megan said

    Masha’Allah! I just read this since you linked it from MuslimMatters, and all I have to say is awesome! Alhamdulellah. Sister Olivia, you even mention Khadijah (R) – it’s the perfect example of my last set of articles and vidoes!

    May Allah continue to bless both of you in your dunyah and akhirah. Ameen

    And I think it’s great because it’s real – “perfect” or not, it’s real, and you both immediately moved to what is correct, masha’Allah, and this is the most important step.

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