Sep | 27 | 2025

Our love story began in High School — two young hearts connected by a friendship so gentle and pure, it felt like it was always meant to be. Between laughter in the hallways, playful soccer matches with my brother, and chatting in gym class, something beautiful was quietly blooming. What started with innocent smiles and shared moments grew into a bond that felt timeless. Years later, though we attended different universities, fate reunited us through a student organization that celebrated the love we shared for our roots. In rooms filled with familiar faces and stories of home, we found each other once more — but this time, with open hearts and a deeper sense of who we were. Late-night conversations turned into quiet prayers, and friendship gently transformed into love. They say love runs in the blood — and maybe it does. Because long before us, in the sunlit streets of Basra, Iraq, our ancestors began a story that was waiting for us to continue. What began as two kids who simply understood each other became a forever kind of love — sealed with a question, a promise, and soon… an “I do.”