The Tale of a Half Soul

Who else, but you, has the right to claim my life and my heart?
You, the one who paints my world in colors, who soothes my heart with tenderness, who makes me laugh even while carrying the weight of a broken soul.

O pure-hearten one, who shares with me the sweetness and sanctity of love—my one and only love—was it not our choice to belong to each other?

They fell in love at first sight. Their hearts pledged themselves, their lips promised marriage. But destiny had other plans—harsh, cruel, and unrelenting. The endless gossip, the cutting remarks of relatives, and the suffocating pressure of society broke their spirit. In the end, they decided to part ways, so they would no longer be a thorn in everyone’s eyes.

At first, they fought the storms together, but exhaustion eventually slowed their steps. The girl’s father, fully aware of where her heart lay, forcibly married her to her cousin. Her only crime was that she had loved a man—deeply, sincerely, and without blemish. Witnesses could testify that she was chaste, modest, and a Hafiz of the Qur’an. Yet her heart was stolen from her.

Before her departure, she contacted her beloved. They made an agreement—to remain apart forever so that their families and society would be at peace. The young man accepted, because above all, he wanted her to be happy. But the distance became poison for them both. She entered into a forced marriage, while he, in a frenzy of despair, left his homeland.

Three years later, when he heard she had been divorced, he returned, carrying the fragile hope of reunion. But another tragedy awaited him—his father had arranged his marriage to his cousin. He resisted with all his strength, but his father’s stubbornness and thirst for control prevailed. And so, the two lovers were trapped in separate marriages. Time passed, and each of them had a son.

Though the girl was now free, the young man could not break his own marriage. He still loved her, but knew her family would never accept him.

For the sake of their families, they chose the path of separation—but in doing so, they lost themselves. They became empty shells, living out their days without heart or soul.

Is this truly life?
I am astonished at those who do not protect their souls. Remember this—your other half is the one your heart recognizes at first sight; the soul that God created to complete you.

My advice—when you find your half-soul, never let it go. Stand against the world if you must, care not for people’s opinions, but always fear Allah and put His pleasure first.

This is a true love story—pure and sacred, yet ending in unbearable sorrow. It left both of them with nothing but a lifetime of regret and pain. They lived for others and sacrificed themselves.

Life is always merciless to tender hearts.
And I ask—do parents truly find happiness when they do this to their children?
Remember—obedience to creation in disobedience to the Creator is never allowed. Allah entrusted our souls to us as an amanah; why, then, should we willingly make our own lives miserable?