Back then, I once had a love I fought for with everything I had. We dated for a long time, through our teenage years and into college. But it all ended just like that. Not because we didn’t love each other, but because his parents didn’t approve. We still cared for each other, but we were both too tired to keep fighting for something that no longer had a clear direction. We chose our own separate paths, carrying wounds that were still fresh.
Two months after we broke up, I heard he went into taaruf with a so-called pious sister. I was shocked. Not just because it was so soon, but because I knew him very well—skipping prayers often, gaming until morning, rarely talking about religion. But whatever. Maybe that was his path. Maybe he truly wanted to change.
Six months after the taaruf—eight months since we broke up—he got married. I was still single at the time, and I thought that was the end of our story. But three months after his wedding, he contacted me again.
“Please, just once. Let’s have a staycation, just one night,” he said via WhatsApp.
His reason? His wife wouldn’t give him a BJ. I was disgusted. I blocked him immediately.
Time went on. I got married. Five years after his marriage, he contacted me again using a new number.
“I’ve never had sex with my wife. I swear. Just once, please.”
I blocked him again. Disgusted.
Some time ago, he appeared again. This time he said he didn’t want anything—just wanted to be heard. He claimed that after more than a decade of marriage, he still never had sex with his wife. Or so he said.
I could only shake my head. He used to be a very active man. And now he’s claiming he’s been “solo” for over ten years? Hard to believe. Either he’s fine with his wife, or he’s been fooling around elsewhere. I don’t know. Maybe he just made up stories to make me feel sorry for him.
One thing’s for sure—I’m disgusted.
Back then he said, “Good people for good people.” But in reality? A so-called “good” sister can still end up with a lousy man. And it turns out, hijrah on the outside doesn’t always mean clean on the inside.
May all sisters be protected from men like this—those who use religion as a mask, and the past as a tool for manipulation.
As for me? I’m done.
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