‘My beloved, look, look at me. Here I am standing in darkness while offering you my hand. Would you take it, please?’

It was Sunday, I was at home and woke up early around Fajr.

Smiling, I was in Mother’s room while admiring my beautiful wife from afar who was praying with her.

Leaning against the doorframe, I watch both women I cherish the most, drowning in the delicacy of the moment.

Aalifa finished her prayer first and was about to leave out of my sight but I held her wrist, bringing her closer to my chest.

“For how long do you intend to run away from me?”

To my...