So on the first week of Ramadhan, a man tried to matchmake me with with a girl (I think he said his daughter), I was literally :O I tried saying no, but he wouldn't take it. Then I was like D: Couldn't sleep well for a few days. I was too afraid to tell my mom about it, embarrassed actually. At the same time, I was afraid if that man came up straight to my mum instead, and she said something I wish she wouldn't. It was horrifying. For me. At this age.
A few days ago, my mum told me how she's been nagging my brother to get married *danger zone!* I had the wheels, traffic was slow. This is it...Do it bruh! *Deep breath*
"Remember that man I told you about? The one I met at the masjeed?"
"Yeah?"
"That time he asked me, if I had 'someone'..."
"someone? What someone?"
"Er...you know...wife to be."
" Ha??" And she burst. Laughing. Fun.
Then i swerved and hit a super expensive Beemer.
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well not exactly. We got home safely. It felt good to let it out, knowing she didn't mind. She said she wouldn't intervene such matters with here children, unless she has to. I've so much to do before I commit to such relationship. Not that I can guarantee I'd prioritize well though. Ahah s'long as it is blessed by Allah, insyaAllah :)
-Hafidz Iddeen
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