The arrival into Manado, was the beginning of many blessings .The view of this northern part of the island of Sulawesi, the northern part of Indonesia, holds it’s own exoticness as well as attraction. On a more personal note, this is the home of my Angel Hearer.
As an island whose community are mostly Christians, it is certainly a rare privilege for me to finally meet, with Allah Ta’ala’s consent, my Angel Hearer. He has been in my life without any physical contact for months but has been vital in my fast development as a spirit, hurt to become healed, by his love from afar, a love that shone in my moments of gloom, a comfort voice in my moments of aloneness, the soul that clenched mine as we journeyed together, never setting eyes on one another. Loving freely, laughing freely, sharing freely, without hesitation and had heated arguments , which eventually through prayers, found solutions and understanding; mutual respect and trust.
As the airplane descended into this tropical island, I noticed how pristine it was, with it’s mountains, coconut and banana plantations, the bay area and islands. I felt a welcome. I felt a warm attraction. I was nervous and excited. I walked the tarmac, admiring the scenery as I disembarked. Thinking and keeping the feelings under control. I would see him in a few moments, a time I have been anticipating and could never imagine, what I would do the first time, I set eyes on the man who stole my heart by answering my unspoken and silent prayers, which only angels and Allah Ta’ala could know. I had no need to bother about the physical appearance only the soul connection made real by a meeting. That was the purpose of my trip. That Manado is a lovely place no doubt, was an added bonus. This was a perfect place to meet the love of my life, his hometown.I pledged nothing would ruin it for us. I called while I waited for my baggage, and peeping through the glass doors to glimpse his form, which I knew from photos we sent back and forth. I finally saw him, in the distance when I called to ask his exact position, when he entered from the carpark, holding his phone and waving out to me, this tall figure, in a light brown mandarin collar shirt and pants, and his signature sunnies. His smile , was so clear from afar. I felt more nervous than ever, he was so handsome and his charisma shook me from a distance. Taking a huge breath, I walked to the exit with my luggage, and raised my eyes and searched for him, walking through the crowds, I felt like my legs would give way, I took careful steps and having no idea how to greet an already familiar character in my life. As I approached him and drew closer, I stretched out my hand to kiss his hand , a customary gesture of a wife to husband, he firmly grabbed me in a hug and plunged a huge kiss which blew me away, he swept me away. He smelled so nice, warm , sweet and musky all at once. His hand fit perfectly in mine, as I snuggled my face in his embrace and breathed a sigh of appreciation, thanks and relief, hugged him tighter and I would never let go.We walked towards the car, hand in hand. The Angel Hearer is real now.
As Heaven may have it, we were comfortable as we felt we knew each other for a long time. Nothing seemed unnatural to us. We fit like hand in glove. How precious he is to me. How wonderful to have him by my side. How I adore his presence in my life, now my zaujah forever , in this world and the next. My imam, my leader, my pillar of strength, energy, wisdom, joy, humour , everything I need that I could ever desire from a soulmate, is encompassed in this one figure, the soul I have been waiting for, the energy which presented itself from a distance, the aura of the zaujah, the spouse Heaven has designated, me his zaujati always.
I love you zaujah. Forever be with me, and together we shall end this Earthly journey, facing all and everything together.
