Love Prose

To The Muslimah In Love

She walked into the restaurant in a shy manner, adjusting the tip of her veil and scanning through the crowd nervously; looking for him.

A familiar hand was up in the air and she spotted him at the corner of the restaurant, with a glass of yoghurt in front of him.

A satisfied smile reached her face as she walked to the table, taking a seat opposite him.

"Asalamu 'alaykum". She smiled shyly as she glanced at his bright face, his lovely eyes signaling her of how much she has missed him.

"Wa'alaykumu salam Maliha. It's nice to see you again". He smiled back.

Maliha tried to gain composure after hearing the lively voice she had longed for.

No doubt, she has missed Ibrahim. It was years since he went for his Masters Program in Germany.

She thought she had lost him, thought their love had died...all until now.

"Me too".

"I'm sorry for leaving you for such a long period of time. I'm back now and all I long for is our being together. Can we make plans for our wedding?"

"Yes". She replied in a second.

"I love you very much Maliha".

"You mean the world to me Ibrahim".

 Maryam AbdulWahab , Love Prose.