Hearing that, Nabila said,
“Hmm, Falila, what I want you to understand here is this: chatting or talking on the phone with a lover has no real value in marriage. In fact, when such conversations become excessive, they only bring corruption into the relationship—either through indecent talk on the phone or even in person. And frequent meetings between lovers create a dangerous level of desire that can easily push someone beyond limits, yet people take it lightly, thinking it’s the only way to prove love to each other.
“Secondly, never try to rebel against your parents over this matter. Wallahi, if you refuse their choice, whoever you marry afterward—deep inside your heart—you will never enjoy your marriage with him. You will only hear other women sharing their stories, but you will never succeed while carrying your parents’ anger.”
Falila began to cry and said,
“What kind of life am I heading into? Wallahi, all this time I thought it was a joke, but now look—my wedding is less than three weeks away, yet there are no preparations at all.”
Nabila opened her mouth and said,
“None of that should worry you. What you need is prayer—keep praying and you’ll see it turn into goodness for you. But the matter of disobeying your parents—forget that entirely. Anyone you see who succeeds in life has obeyed their parents fully. And whenever a person’s parents are angry with them, Allah Himself is angry with that person. Every human being gains the pleasure of Allah by gaining the pleasure of their parents. So just follow what your parents choose for you, as long as it’s not against Islam.”
Falila said nothing, so Nabila continued,
“What we should do now is get up so I can have Ubale take you home. Don’t stay too long and make your mother upset, okay?”
As soon as Ubale picked her up, he drove straight to her house without stopping anywhere. When they arrived, Falila opened the door, thanked him, and went inside. She met her mother already worried. Seeing her enter, her mother stood up in fear and said:
“Falila, where are you coming from?”
Falila immediately froze where she stood and quietly replied,
“I went to Nabila’s house.”
Her mother said,
“But who did you ask before going out? You know your father’s rule—he doesn’t want you going anywhere, even for work, let alone going out without any reason. I’ve been sitting here praying that you return quickly because I knew this could cause a problem.”
Falila moved closer, knelt down, and said,
“Ummi, please forgive me. I didn’t do it to upset you. Please be patient with me.”
Her mother placed her hand on Falila’s shoulder and said,
“I know this isn’t your usual behavior. I understand your worries—it’s the issue of your upcoming wedding that’s troubling you. And I can see from your eyes that you’ve been crying. But what you must know is that we, your parents, would never want anything that would harm you. So please calm your heart. Marriage is something that needs prayer no matter who you marry—his wealth, his status, or even the love and understanding between you two, all must be accompanied by prayer. Life isn’t a joke, Falila. So hand everything over to Allah and be at ease, okay?”
Falila replied,
“Alright, Ummi. Insha’Allah, from now on I won’t trouble myself with unnecessary worries.”
Her mother smiled and said,
“Good. I’m pleased to hear that. May Allah bless you.”
