I am Zainab, a mother of three. This is my story.
I was born and bred in Ilorin to the family of a great Islamic Scholar. I was given both Islamic and western Education. I was very versed in the recitation of the Qur’an and I do teach some of my mates in the school.
My parents were so proud of me because of my sound understanding of Islam, they promised to give me a surprise gift when it’s time for me to get married. I was not only versed in the recitation of the Qur’an, I was also a brilliant student.
My love for Islam made me promise myself that I will not marry any man that is not a Muslim because I could not imagine myself practicing another religion, that made me keep a lot of Muslim friends and I hardly talk to any man that I know is not a Muslim.
When it was time for me to get married, I had a lot of suitors but the Muslims ones were married men and I have vowed never to be a second wife, I don’t mind being the first wife though. The single men that approached me were Christians and I didn’t give them attention.
As time went on, I couldn’t find a single Muslim guy to propose to me. One day I was at the supermarket and a young man approached me and said the teslim (Islamic way of greeting), I replied him and we got talking, we exchanged contacts and became friends.
We did talk regularly for about a month after which he told me his intention, he said he had watched me and he was very pleased with me and will like me to be his wife. I asked him if he was a prctising Muslim, he said he was a Muslim but he was not a very practicing one that he hopes to learn more from me, I told him its not a problem since he was willing to learn, so I accepted his proposal.
After three months he introduced me to his parents and they welcomed me, they never showed any sign of disinterest in me, that gave me a settled mind. One thing I noticed was that there was nothing to show that they were Muslims but I ignored it because there are some people like that. I also introduced him to my parents and they accepted him.
We got married not long after in a grand style and my parents surprised me with the gift of a new house. They said they were glad that I had to be patient enough to find a good man for myself.
On the night of our wedding day, my husband knelt before me to ask for my forgiveness, for something he was about to reveal to me,
I was confused and asked him what revelation was he about to tell me that could warrant him seeking for my forgiveness, he asked me to promise him that I will forgive him and not leave him. I said I will forgive him whatever it might be
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