She said to Hasanat, "How's the bride today?

She said to Hasanat, "How's the bride today?" Hasanat said, "All praise be to God, quite well. I hope to see you a bride soon too." These words angered Rihab and she maliciously said, "Perhaps a man from Africa will send to ask for my hand, just as a man from Europe did! Huh! As if there aren't enough men here!” Hasanat had no wish to prolong the conversation and said, "God knows what is best, sister.” Rihab continued scornfully, "I know how to build my future myself.

I won't marry someone I don't know." Hasanat said defensively, "Why do you say I don't know him? I know everything about my fiancé. It is enough to know that he is a committed believer." Rihab persisted, "Is it enough to be religious? You are still young. I fear you may understand life too late." "What do you mean?" said Hasanat. Rihab replied, "You should be with your fiancé now, so that he won't meet with other girls.

You are here surrounded by the four walls, while your man is free enjoying himself living it up with the girls!" Hasanat said quietly, "I am sorry to tell you that you are wrong. I would not have agreed to marry a man who was a playboy. Mustafa is a righteous believer and does not care for loose women; that is why I am happy to have him. Since he is a religious person, he is deterred from such a life.

His belief provides him with immunity whether he is here or in some other place." Rihab was about to respond when their mother stopped the argument saying, "That is quite enough. You both have work to do. We are going to have visitors this afternoon.” The days passed and Hasanat was quite happy except for Rihab's silly comments. For Rihab, the days passed slowly and were boring. She was vexed to see her sister always happy and cheerful, listening to people's congratulations.

A week later, Rihab returned from her office to find the postman at the door, just about to knock. When he saw her, he gave her a letter addressed to her sister Hasanat. It carried a European stamp. She knew it was from Mustafa. She hid the letter in her bag and did not give it to her sister. After dinner she hurried to her room to read it. Wickedness made her open and read, the nicely written letter.

Letter 1 In the Name of God Dear Hasanat, Assalamu Alaikum Despite the long distance that separates us, I have chosen you. This is my first letter to you. I have enjoyed many days thinking of you throughout the past weeks. You are the hope I waited for, and I am overwhelmed with longing to be with you.