Faiza stared happily down at the book in her hands. She’d finally done it. She had finally published her very own cookbook.
Taahir had been instrumental in the book’s publication. He had been the one to soothe all her fears, to hold her hand through the whole process and to motivate her when she felt like giving up.
From the day that she had shyly confided in him about her dream to today, launch day, Taahir had been amazing.
It had been difficult at times for Faiza to juggle her final year of studies, her marriage and her book but with Allah’s grace, they had made it work. It had required understanding and flexibility from Taahir though and she was incredibly grateful to have him.
There had been times when Faiza was so sick of cooking that they went out to a restaurant or ate fast food but he hadn’t complained.
Now, it was done. The book had officially been published and Faiza had completed her degree.
She smiled to herself and thought of the future… Her future, with Taahir.
There was no way to know what trials and challenges would come in the future. But, she had faith that her marriage would endure, that her relationship with her husband would remain strong as long as they nurtured it and – most importantly – prayed.
Taahir came up to Faiza then and she greeted him happily.
“What’s gone and made you so quiet all of a sudden?” he asked.
“I’m just thinking,” Faiza replied. “Thinking about our future.”
Taahir laughed. “What a coincidence,” he said. “I was just thinking about the past. Did you ever think we’d end up here?”
Faiza shook her head immediately. “Not a chance,” she said. “But, Allah (SWT) is the best of planners.”
Taahir grinned. Faiza was right. The plans he had envisioned for his future came back to him and he laughed at his past self. He knew for certain that he would never have been as happy as he currently was if he’d remained on that path.
I need to thank Papa for tricking me!