I married my husband


Is there anyone who wishes to do so ? !


Mean Muslims came and left . Left me wiping away tears . When someone and someone will fill his heart with love he would sacrifice every thing to his love .


O Muslim , this is true , it happened to me and if you tell them this story :


I married a young man as he existed in this world never , never . After two months he told me that he loved another and that she loved more than me and that is very beautiful and attractive , pleasant .


I thought I remembered a short time then asked . Do you love me more than me ? Said : " Yes , I love me more than you." I said : " O my beloved , go and marry that girl , because your joy is my joy , your joy is my joy .


Replied that not enough wealth to marry that girl . I said : "Take my gold which possess , shite then marry that girl , which will . Refused to accept it saying that probably will require some day my girlfriend OJ . But , persistence , my insistence vendosshmëria and made ​​to accept my gift .


I got sold and then traveled to seek his girlfriend . It made me even though there were many who were not married .


Spent a month ... two months ... a year ... two years ... three years ... and i love my husband does not visit . It tells me by phone and tells me that he is preoccupied with work and can not come to visit .


I tipped tears all day and night to enjoy the bitter division . Whether you think I'm angry with him . No , no way ... no way ... He is my love , but I believe that justify and is honest and trustworthy .


I miss talking to him, my ears rejoice , rejoice when they hear his beautiful words , his voice gentle and calm my body wear . Sometimes exceeding one month and not with the phone call .


Oh how zemërvrazhdë and heartless ! Oh how rude even more so when you dhimbëshëm heart ? Since I endure by not talking , but I can no more bear. But are they always so strong , much less endure and are toned . When talking on the phone , as if the whole world ndjei be in my hands . I hide my tears and trembling voice , to show that there bored , worried , and I speak of tears flowing in my pages , voice affected by traces of sorrow . The oil hide my inside , I closed ofshanë groaning in four walls of my heart and the longing heart broken . Tregohesha so strong so not to annoy my husband .


Is what man is he who leaves his wife newly married and goes to look for another .


What does woman is the one who sells the gold to marry her own husband . Yes befasohem , gape with you both ... ! ! !


A dreary day bored ... No day of joy ... Sounds phone , open Hayyaan rush to answer the phone . A distant voice :


- " I want to talk to Hayyaan sister " !


- " Yes , I am Hayyaan " .


The distant voice :


- " I am a brother from Chechnya in patience and hope for Allah's reward is that your husband was martyred after a fierce battle with the Russians in Chechnya . OJ sister patience and hope for the reward of Allah . "


I held myself and said : " Alhamdulillah , Praise be to Allah , the phone closed and seized by hysterics , oil enveloped me , sadness and joy at the same time , my mother was angry .


- " Hayyaan ... Hayyaan ! What you ? Who was on the phone ? I could not speak , wails and laughter . My mother hugged me and told me Hayyaan please tell me what happened . I told my mother the news and went to my room telling my mother :


- " My mother , who wants to come let me congratulate the order of who comes in sympathy , not included in my room . There had only a small minority , who can you count on the fingers . SubhaneAllah !


O my husband ! I finally found a girlfriend and loçkën heart .


O my husband ! Yes enter fiance , is married to seventy- two entered ( women of Paradise ) all Hayyaan the most beautiful , the most valuable and enjoyable Hayyaan that Hayyaan .


Ah O my husband ! I wanted to know your state among those hyrive beautiful and pleasant . Did you have forgotten Hejen ? Never believe that you have forgotten , I 've never be forgotten. Will remain in my heart forever . Three years have tasted the bitter division and have not smoked eyes watching you . But the promise myself that I will look at al - firdevs Paradise , insha'Allah . My beloved , you are brave martyr , you better leave your house nice to live in the Chechen mountains and caves and under heavy bullets and grenades . And let your new wife to sleep in the snow and chasms . I remember when the " Hayyaan I can not sleep alone the state of our sisters in Chechnya has worsened . From this state is with broken hearts and tears are in my eyes . "


O my husband ! A man with virtues were high, preokuponte fate of this ummah and was worried about Muslims .


Congratulations Paradise ! Paradise congratulate them !


Congratulations association with Hamza , Xhaferi , Zayd , Musabin ! Congratulations and congratulations to the accompaniment of our beloved Muhammad [ sallallahu alayhi wa sallam ] !


Good luck my man ! Amin . Assalamau alaykum