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The wedding was simple, attended only by close family members. Unlike Ubeid’s first marriage, which had been a grand affair, this one was intimate and heartfelt. As I sat beside Ubeidduring the ceremony, my heart swelled with a mix of nerves and joy. When he recited his vows, his voice was steady and sincere.

“Amira, I promise to honor and protect you,” he said, his eyes meeting mine. “This is Allah’s will, and I will do my best to make you happy.”

Tears streamed down my face as I replied, “And I promise to be a good wife to you, Ubeid.”

After the ceremony, Ummah pulled me aside.

“You’ve always been my little girl, Amira,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “But today, you’ve shown me how strong you are. May Allah bless your marriage and bring you both happiness.” The transition wasn’t without its challenges, but over time, Ubeid began to reciprocate my feelings. He started noticing the little things I did for him, from preparing his favorite meals to leaving notes of encouragement in his study.

A year later, the blessings we had prayed for finally arrived: I gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. The joy in our household was unparalleled.

“Abbah, meet your grandchildren,” I said, placing the babies in his arms. His face lit up with a smile. “They are perfect, Amira. You have made this family whole again.” As I watched Ubeidcradle our children, I realized that every hardship, every tear, had led to this moment. And for that, I was endlessly grateful.

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