Man 2 Man

On that table. . . face to face with your dad

Trembling though his words reciting the du’a on our moment

Yet...man to man....I just knew . . .

It was a moment of truth for him

On releasing his beloved daughter

To a man . . . he barely knows

To a man . . . just few occasions met

To a man . . . a trust he will bestow

To a man . . . he would call “son”

Sir . . . I may not know you deep, yet do trust me . . .

Sir . . . You may not seen us often, yet its ok . . .

Sir . . . Though it may be sudden, yet please allow to say “dad”

Trembling my feet were on the second you took my hand on the oath

I realized it was nothing compared to the sheer trembling your hands were

Putting his utmost trust to a complete stranger . . . his daughter’s fate

Sir . . . I can’t promise wealth for your daughter, I can only put my best effort that every money and rizq she takes would be of a halal source & method

Sir . . . I can’t promise her an easy life ahead, I can only encourage & lead her to be strong & face life full of gratitude whatever it is

Sir . . . I can’t promise you daughter that she won’t ever cry, I can only put my blood & sweat that her only tears would be those of joy

The next few seconds . . . moments for every man

Determination of a man

I took the oath, not just for happiness, good & bounties

But for every sin, bad & vice she brought

Sir . . . please allow me . . . .