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I was introduced to Maryam by one of my respectable life mentor & father figure who showed me her pictures. Despite not knowing her, I honestly told him that I liked her, it was love at first pic. However, when he forwarded Maryam's number to me, I became hesitant about pursuing a relationship. After not hearing from me for a few days, my father's friend contacted me again and I told him that I was busy and would reach out over the weekend. He was not convinced and demanded feedback the next day. On February 3, 2022, at around 5:45 pm, I finally messaged Maryam, and she responded politely. We began talking and decided to become friends first. A few weeks later, I decided to visit her on her birthday on February 13. Our meeting was a great success and my feelings for her continued to grow. After months of talking as friends, I finally expressed my interest in her, and she agreed stylishly but had initially played hard to get. However, we eventually went on several dates and outings. At one point, I almost gave up on her due to her challenging nature, but she eventually made it easy for me and continued to develop an interest in me. I am grateful to Allah and everyone who made our relationship possible.

Growing up in a culturally diverse family, I held firm beliefs about who I would and wouldn't marry. I convinced myself that I would never choose a partner from my own ethnicity, envisioning a future with someone of a different background, preferably a white guy. The idea of having mixed children seemed appealing, as society often celebrates the beauty of diversity. Additionally, I made a vow to myself that I would never marry someone from Ilorin, though I couldn't pinpoint any specific reason for it. However, as fate would have it, fate had a different plan in store for me. A few weeks before being introduced to Hassan, I playfully teased my mother about not engaging in typical matchmaking activities like other mothers. She smiled warmly, responding with a phrase that loosely translates to "God will provide for me." We exchanged more teasing remarks, but little did I know that her words held a profound truth. Soon an opportunity arose. My mother approached me, requesting my permission to share my details with someone. Although I hesitated, I ultimately consented, realizing that life is meant to be embraced and experiences should be pursued without fear of the unknown. What could go wrong? Several mismatches later, Hassan entered the picture. It wasn't love at first sight, but his beautiful face and captivating smile drew me in. Little did I know that he would become an integral part of my life, challenging my preconceived notions and transforming my perspective. Breaking through the barriers of communication, lifestyle, family upbringing, and individual beliefs proved to be a daunting task. As an ambivert who had experienced diverse cultures and was navigating my Muslim faith, I often found myself misunderstood due to my unique outlook on life. To protect myself from potential misunderstandings and heartache, I constructed an icy barrier around me. As an ambivert, my social circle was small, and I tended to gravitate toward the solace of my room. I assumed that my future partner would share my introverted tendencies, expecting someone who preferred a more secluded existence. But life had a way of surprising me. Hassan shattered my assumptions. Contrary to my expectations, he possessed an outgoing and sociable nature, with a wide network of friends. His infectious energy drew me in and left me intrigued and intimidated. It was a stark contrast to my reserved disposition, and I found myself venturing into uncharted social territories. The power of connection became evident in our relationship. There were endless conversations, debates, laughter, and sometimes disagreements. By interacting with each other, we explored our different viewpoints on life, religion, and culture. In spite of challenges, our mutual curiosity and respect for each other's backgrounds allowed us to connect. The initial reservations I had about marrying within my own ethnicity began to fade with time. There is no denying the fact that love and compatibility transcend superficial factors such as race or ethnicity. A deep connection, mutual understanding, and mutual support were what truly mattered. Over time, the walls of ice I had constructed around myself began to thaw as I became more comfortable with Hassan. When placed in the right hands, vulnerability can be liberating and trust can flourish. By respecting, compromising, and navigating our differences together, we grew as individuals and as a team. It's been an eventful journey so far, but one thing is for certain: I'm glad I said yes.

Maryam's POV: The week leading up to that unforgettable day had been filled with tension between my brother and me. We had a serious disagreement that left us cold towards each other. Thankfully, my mother intervened and helped us make peace, but there was still an underlying unease. Little did I know that this disagreement would lead to a beautiful surprise. The weekend arrived, and my brother appeared at my door, looking dressed up and insisting that we go out together. I was both surprised and delighted by his sudden change of heart. It was going to be our first-ever brother-sister outing, and I eagerly dressed up, even jokingly asking if I was getting proposed to that day. Little did I know that my playful comment held a touch of truth. As we arrived at the restaurant, my brother seemed distracted, constantly checking his phone and engaging in mysterious conversations. He didn't place an order and excused himself multiple times to take what he claimed were work calls. After he left for the third time, leaving me waiting with only starters and a mocktail, I grew frustrated. But little did I know that his actions were all part of an elaborate plan. Suddenly, Hassan entered the restaurant, his presence commanding attention. He was like a knight in shining Nigerian native armor, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers and wearing a warm smile. I was shocked and speechless, but deep down, I was overjoyed that he was there. Emotions welled up inside me as I struggled to find words, and then he asked if he could get down on one knee. I playfully refused, insisting he propose while sitting because that's just who I am. And then, with bated breath, he asked the question we both knew the answer to. Looking back, I should have suspected something from the moment we walked into the restaurant. My brother had somehow magically made reserved seats available, and Hassan's quick visit to the restroom lasted for less than two minutes. No one could pee and return that quickly. But despite the clues, I was caught up in the moment, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and saying "Alhamdulillah" for this unexpected turn of events. Little did I know that the disagreement with my brother would pave the way for a beautiful surprise, bringing Hassan into my life in the most unexpected and enchanting way. It was a moment I would cherish forever, a reminder that even in moments of tension, Allah's plans can unfold in the most miraculous and joyous ways.