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L.O.V.E

The religion of love that doesn't allow you to fall in love...not unless you're married first.

But how can you fall in love with somebody you don't know? Once you're married that's it. There's no turning back from this man/woman and the journey you're about to embark upon together. It should be a beautiful thing right? Not this clinical thing that people hasten to prepare.

Why shouldn't we be allowed to know love and fall completely in to that person before we decide to marry them? Marriage is a life long commitment is it not? Why should we rush it? Why shouldn't we wait and be sure it's absolutely right before jumping the broom?

I was born and bred in this deen and I know it is a religion of peace and love but I just don't get this concept. I'm sorry.

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  1. Anonymous22 February 2013 at 00:41

    I feel your pain sis

    Don't stop writing, keep speaking the truth

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