I first met you when I was five years old. I don't remember how it was, because it is like you have always been here.
During the years we met every once in a while but we were like acquaintances, we had friendly terms but I never paid much attention to you those early years.
From time to time I looked for your presence, but that was all.
It was not until high school I sat down with you, at our school library, and finally begun to get to know you.
We spent hours there, and I grew to like your company and character, yet I viewed you as a friend.
Time passed again and one day I was going to the city and thought that you might just as well come with me. While we were sitting in the bus, my heart was bouncing and I felt I was about to burst into tears. I hardly did it to home and at home I understood how much I had missed to be with you and that I just could not deny it anymore.
It's ten years from that day now.
I have grown older and somewhat smarter I hope, and a lot has happened ever since. I constantly thank Allah for letting you into my life.
It's been a long road and sometimes rocky, sometimes the ride has been smooth and sometimes I have pushed the car uphill; but at the end of the day I praise Allah, for He subhanahu wa ta'ala could have never blessed me with anything better.
The excitement has since faded and my fierce nature tamed by time and life, and my living with you has turned prosaic so that it requires special effort to remember how it was before, but then again love changes by time as we all do...
And still today,
Islam,
you are the love of my life.
And still I bear witness..
Ashadu an laa ilaaha ilAllaah wa ashadu anna Muhammadan rasuulullah
May Allah let me live with you and die with you.

