To the One I Call My Moon

Bader means full moon in Arabic, but to me, your name carries more than light it holds the weight of my world. My life revolves around you, and I don’t remember what joy felt like before you. I pray to God each night, quietly, endlessly, that He grants you success in this dunya because my love for you means your happiness is mine. Do you love me the way I love you? I whisper that question between my du’as, begging that our love never fades, no matter how time moves. I thank God each day for the children He gave us, living proof of our love. Their laughter is the echo of everything we’ve built together. But you’re only a man, and I’m just a woman. One day, my beauty will fade and slip away.. will your love remain when time has its way with me? God gave you permission to marry more than one, but is your love for me strong enough to hold back from what’s allowed because it would shatter me? I know we can’t see the future, but this thought.. it stays with me. Not out of doubt, but because I love you so deeply, even my overthinking aches.