Hashim and I have lived 5 minutes away from each other our whole lives, yet we never crossed paths. Until one night, a friend of ours decided it would be a good idea to introduce us. The following day, Hashim followed me on Instagram and proceeded to “slide in the DMs.” He started off with a stupid corny line that somehow got me.
We met at Starbucks one night while I was studying for a registry in joggers and a plain tee with no makeup on. We surprisingly clicked. We decided we’d have an official first date the following weekend. We went and watched “The Joker” and went to Modern Margarita— my favorite! We talked for hours on end and couldn’t stop staring at each other. He was charismatic, funny, and cute. And she, well.. there’s no words. I had known I was in for some trouble.
The rest was history. Over the next couple of months, we started to be around each other more. Slowly introducing ourselves to our lives, families, and friends. We had conversations about marriage but never thought it’d come so soon. Hashim always knew, I guess, but I always was hesitant. I wanted things to go as slow as possible, but as time passed, things changed. I never really knew how to describe my feelings to my friends. No words could describe it, I guess that was “the feeling.”
We both came from very traditional Middle Eastern families. Our proposals are different. It was a family affair. Hashim comes over to my family’s house with his family to ask for my hand in marriage. It was a beautiful night spent with family and friends. Hashim also knew I wanted a more American proposal.
A week later, on Valentine’s Day, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him— again! With the help our best friend, Yasmin, somehow, they pulled it off that night after all the tears. Afterwards, we ditched his fancy plans for us to go get In n Out and hang out with friends. It was all that we ever dreamt of.
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