A DREAM OF MUSLIMAH (also the dream of me)

‘What’s your dream guy like?’

a friend asked me one day while we ride on a taxi.

I didn’t replied him immediately though,

‘and have you found him?’

he added quickly.

‘Why do you want to know’

I politely asked with a smile.

‘Well, only asking,’

he replied calmly.

‘Was he like me?’

he then added.

He was hinting something, I knew.

I’ve been waiting for this moment all this year.

And this could be a dream come true, but..


‘My dream guy is,’

I began

‘Someone who can guide me, you know, he leads and I follow,’

Then I paused.

‘I can be the guy,’

He said confidently.

There was silence again, a long one. The taxi finally reached my home. I said goodbyes to him and walked to my front door. I wave before the taxi accelerated again. He smiled to me even though I didn’t gave him the answer. He was a nice guy but he couldn‘t be the guy. Because…

I want to live with a guy who could guide me, so that I can get closer to My Creator.

I want a man who can lead as an Imam, in every prayers that we’re gonna do together as married couple.

A man who would tell Islamic history as a bed-time-stories to our children in the future.

I want a man who’ll read the holly Quran to me, to cheer me every time I’m down.

That is my dream guy and before I can meet him,

I knew I need to fix myself first.

I know u r there.. Lets we improve ourselves 1st before the day will come......