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My Woman I’m Seriously Asking You Out

My woman… Tonight I am not joking, Not teasing, Not playing with half-words and shy smiles. Tonight I stand in front of you With a heart that has practiced your name Like a sacred dua whispered before Fajr, Like a poem written again and again Until every syllable feels like truth. I am seriously asking you out. Not as a game. Not as a temporary flame. Not as a passing breeze that touches your hair And disappears before you can even feel it. No. I am asking you out With intention in my chest, With respect in my hands, With a future quietly shining behind my eyes. My woman… You are not a chapter. You are not a season. You are not a “maybe.” You are the answer To questions I didn’t know I was asking. The first time I saw you, Something inside me stood up straight. As if my soul had been sitting for years Waiting for your footsteps to enter the room. You didn’t even know. You were just being you. Just walking. Just smiling. Just breathing. And I was already lost. Not lost in confusion— Lost in certainty. Because there are some people Who don’t arrive loudly, But when they come, They rearrange your entire world quietly. You did that. My woman… Your eyes hold stories I want to read slowly. Your silence speaks in a language I am learning with patience. Your laughter— Ya Allah— It sounds like home. Do you know what that means? Home is not walls. Home is not a roof. Home is the place your heart rests Without fear of being misunderstood. And when I am near you, My restless heart sits down. I am seriously asking you out Because I don’t want to stand at a distance anymore. I don’t want to pretend I don’t feel this. I don’t want to let fear write our story. I want to take you somewhere simple. Maybe just tea. Maybe just a walk. Maybe just sitting side by side With the sky slowly turning gold above us. I want to ask you about your dreams. The real ones. The ones you don’t tell everyone. The ones that keep you awake at night And make you stare at the ceiling Thinking about the woman you want to become. I want to know What made you strong. What hurt you. Who disappointed you. What you forgave. And what you still carry quietly. Because loving you Is not just about holding your hand. It is about understanding your history. My woman… I don’t want to rush you. I don’t want to pressure you. I don’t want to trap you in promises. I want to choose you. And I want you to choose me back. Two adults. Two souls. Two hearts saying, “Yes… let’s see where this goes.” Not carelessly. But seriously. You deserve seriousness. You deserve a man Who doesn’t hide you. Who doesn’t confuse you. Who doesn’t disappear when things get heavy. I want to be the one Who stays. When you are tired. When you are quiet. When you are not smiling. When you doubt yourself. Especially then. Because beauty is not just in your face. It is in your resilience. In the way you carry yourself Even when the world feels heavy. My woman… If you say yes, I won’t promise perfection. But I will promise effort. Effort to listen. Effort to grow. Effort to become better Not just for myself— But for us. I want to take you out Not just for dinner, But into a future where We build something real. I imagine walking beside you Years from now, Still laughing at small jokes, Still arguing about silly things, Still choosing each other Again and again. Because love is not one big moment. It is thousands of small decisions. And tonight, I am making one of them. I am choosing courage. Courage to tell you That my heart beats differently When you say my name. Courage to admit That I picture you in my plans. In my prayers. In my tomorrows. My woman… If you say no, I will respect you. Because love without respect Is not love. But if you say yes… I will look at you Like a man who just found The most precious treasure Not because it shines— But because it is rare. You are rare. In a world full of temporary connections, You feel intentional. In a world full of noise, You feel clear. In a world full of masks, You feel honest. So I am standing here With no mask. No pride. No ego. Just me. And a simple question: Will you let me take you out? Will you let me learn you? Will you let me try? Not for a night. Not for attention. But for something that could grow Into laughter in the kitchen, Into quiet prayers side by side, Into hands still holding When our hair turns grey. My woman… I am seriously asking you out. Because you are not just someone I like. You are someone I see. And when a man truly sees a woman— He doesn’t play with her heart. He protects it. So here I am. Heart open. Voice steady. Intention clear. Say yes… And let’s begin Something honest.