From a Boy Without a Father to the Man Who Found Love!
Written for Her, Remembered by You!
I don’t know when you’ll read this. Maybe one day when you’re older, sitting with your mother and asking about how we met. Or maybe you’ll find it in my notebooks or stored safely among the memories we’ve kept. However you come across it, I want you to read it slowly and with your heart. This is the story of your father. A story about how I found your mother. And how everything in my life changed from the moment she entered it.
I grew up without a father.
That one truth shaped much of who I became. I didn’t have someone to teach me what being a man meant. I didn’t have a strong hand to hold or a voice that said I was enough. I learned about life by watching others and falling down and getting back up alone. I knew pain early. I knew silence deeply. I knew what it felt like to sit with questions no one could answer. Why me. Why us. Why this life.
But those same hardships made me strong. I had no choice. I had to grow. I had to be responsible while I was still a child. I had to build myself without a blueprint. I became my own protector my own motivator my own guide. And I promised myself one thing. That one day if Allah allowed I would build a family of my own. A home filled with peace. And I would become the father I never had.
For nearly ten years I prepared myself for that dream.
I worked hard. I remained patient. I turned down many chances to settle for less than what I believed in. I never wanted to rush into marriage for the sake of ticking a box. I wanted love. Real love. A partner in this world and the next. Someone who would bring me closer to Allah closer to peace closer to myself.
Then came a night that changed everything.
It was September 02. I was in Berbera Hotel lying in bed after a long day of planning. I was serving at that time as the Campaign Secretary for Saaxil region during the November 2024 national elections. My mind was full of strategy and political work. I wasn’t thinking about love. But Allah had other plans.
I opened Instagram. A video caught my eye. It had been posted by a page called Bilicsan Event Decoration. It was from a wedding. A beautiful sunset. A girl standing with her back to the camera. Her hair moved gently in the wind. The moment was calm and still. I kept watching. Then she turned.
That moment is still vivid in my heart.
Her smile. Her eyes. Her presence. There was no sound but the video spoke louder than any voice. It was your Aunt’s wedding “Ayan’s wedding.” But it was Suhuur who stood out. I had seen her before quietly from a distance. I never said a word. But something in this video felt like a sign. It felt like Allah was whispering to me. This is her. This is the one.
Still I waited. For months I didn’t speak. Not because I didn’t care. But because I cared too much. I didn’t want it to be random. I didn’t want it to feel like the others. I waited until I felt the time was right.
December 25 came. A day I will never forget.
I was sitting in the third Cabinet Ministers Meeting with the newly elected government. I was seated to the left of the President and the Vice President. It was a high security meeting. Phones were not to be touched. But then she responded to my message.
Yes. She replied.
I quietly opened my phone. I even took a photo of where I was sitting. I wanted to remember the moment. Not because of status. But because something real had just begun. She later told me she was surprised. Who is this man messaging her from a cabinet meeting beside the President. She didn’t know yet. But I already knew.
On January 25 we met.
And the moment I saw her in person my heart felt something it had never felt before. Peace. Certainty. Calm. Her presence was gentle. Her character was strong. Her eyes carried a kindness that is rare. That night I didn’t just like her. I didn’t just admire her. I knew she was the one. And I told myself clearly. I will marry this woman.
On May 23 we decided together. We would get engaged.
And on June 19 we made it official.
Your mother became my wife.
Suhuur Mohamed Nour. The woman who brought light into my world. The woman who reminded me that Allah sees us. That He hears us. That He answers our duas. She is not just the love of my life. She is my calm. My trust. My mirror. My home. I do not love her casually. I love her deeply. Fiercely. Fully. I admire her mind. I cherish her softness. I learn from her spirit. I find strength in her presence. She is elegant and warm and sincere and true. Her smile gives me comfort. Her voice settles my heart. I thank Allah every day that He guided me to her.
Aabbo one day you will grow and build your own paths. But I want you to always remember this. Your father waited. Your father prepared. Your father refused to let pain define him. And your father chose your mother with full certainty. There is no doubt in my heart. She was written for me long before we met. And when I found her I found peace.
I am not yet a father. But I am ready. I have waited a lifetime to become one. And I promise with Allah as my witness that I will give you everything I once longed for. I will protect you. Teach you. Guide you. Love you without limits. I will be to you what I never had.
This is not just a letter. It is your story too. The story of how your father found your mother. The story of how love when guided by patience and faith always finds its way home.
Alhamdulillah for everything
Alhamdulillah for your mother
Alhamdulillah for the life we are building
With all my love
Your father
Sadiq Jama
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