Alhamdulilah I'm back in Riyadh - this time for good inshaAllah. I feel more protected here than I do in the States, and while that breaks my heart because I do love my country in many ways, I decided I need some time here for things to cool off. And I've fallen desperately in love... with my neighbor kids. From the two year old to the fifteen year old, and all five others in between, these kids are all extremely special to me.
I should start this off by mentioning that since I was three years old and understood what being a mommy meant, I have had no other life goals than to become a mommy. When I was growing up and people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would always say, "a mommy." Like, even in high school, with a near perfect GPA, I still had no plans of being successful at work and would terrorize my teachers when I responded to that question with "housewife." Sincerely, I wanted to be successful in my marriage and children... before anything else.
Perhaps I had such a great mommy that I couldn't picture myself as anything else... may God be pleased with my amazing mama
The neighbor kids, who unfortunately are motherless and cling to me like saran wrap, remind me how EXTREMELY important that role is to me and how bad I want someone to call me their mama.
At least five times a day, someone asks me, at age 26, as a normal, somewhat successful person, and as a Muslim girl, 'HOW COME YOU'RE NOT MARRIED YET?'
Did you know that every time someone asks me, it takes everything in me to not burst out crying?It happened just yesterday at the park, with two of the little ones.
A woman, a perfect stranger, asked why the children call me "Auntieeeee Hanaaaaa" (as they say it)? I explained they're not mine, they're my neighbor kids. After four follow up questions, we came to the point that I'm not married... and I had to explain why...
I'm going to be blatantly honest, I ALWAYS LIE when people ask me.
I say, holding tears back, it's because "I'd rather wait" or "inshaAllah someday soon..."or "oh, you know, I'm so picky!"
But do you want to know the heartbreaking truth? I'm not married yet because Allah (swt) has not written it for me to be married now.
Alhamdulilah for everything Allah has decreed,but I can't say it's not heartbreaking. The ONLY thing I have ever wanted - to be a wife and mother - seems to never come. Alhamdulilah, I have success in business and success in many other areas of my life, but these are almost meaningless to me. You can have them. While my friends are all on their second or third child, mashaAllah, I'm stockpiling baby clothes for when someday my dreams come true inshaAllah.
So what is wrong with me?
Not to boast, but I have almost daily proposals, from mothers and their sons, but I also have standards that I do not plan to give up on until I'm far passed 26... (he will be the father of my children, after all, so he better be extremely special)...
And, I have met "the one" before, only to be rejected by every member of his family - after three years of trying, we gave up so I could someday fulfill my dream of being a mom. I've met others that I have accepted until their parents have had a change of heart. I have tried to open my mind to others, only to be rejected for other similar culture-related reasons...I'm really trying... and still, because Allah has not written it for me, I am single as a Pringle.
I'm going to get really real... perhaps too real... and real personal. Today, someone I had been "moving forward with," with the blessings of his parents and family, who I had to make several compromises for to get to that point and was honestly pretty excited about... told me out of no where he changed his mind.... without any reason.
The rejection actually doesn't hurt me - at all.
What hurts is that it means that I am back to the starting point, far away from being a wife and a mommy, when just yesterday I could almost see the finish line. What hurts is that I'm terrifiedmy grandparents will never see my husband or my children... something that is very important to me as they are my only family.
I know my nuseeb (soulmate) is out there and I hope he is bettering himself to someday be the father of my children until he meets me...and that is the only thing I find comfort in...
And NO, I do not want you to read this and think I'm desperate or that your son/friend/brother/pet sitter's sister's friend's uncle is probably the one for me...
And also, I KNOW 26 IS NOT THAT OLD. I get it. Really, I do... but when you want something this bad since you're 3, it's an eternity... please save those comments.
Sorry for my realness. Sorry if it bothers me when you complain about your children. Sorry to admit I cry about this on a daily basis. Sorry for my honesty.
Whatever you are praying for as much as I am praying to complete my faith by marrying and having a family, may Allah grant you that. I feel your heartbreak.
And someday, when I am gagging while cleaning up my kid's diaper, with another one hanging off my back, and another throwing Cheerios at me with precision accuracy and three more screaming at the top of their lungs running around and making a mess of the house while my balding husband simultaneously nags me, I can't wait to read this post and remember how it was all worth it... inshaAllah.