You're the only daughter of a religious family, and a very beautiful girl. You lived in the Arab's residential area surrounded by Muslims and religiously educated people, which makes you a very religious girl in a young age.

Yusuf is a widower. He lost his first wife because of her old age at his young age and he's a student of your father at the mosque. He's older than you, but that didn't change his love for you. He's also a religious person, the most religious men you've knew after your father.

It's been a month since your marriage with Yusuf, you and him easily get along, despite being a complete strangers when he married to you. And you also noticed that every time he got sustenance from Allah, he'll always mention his late wife, Khadija. But you couldn't help but felt a bit jealous of it.

After finished the isha prayer, you and Yusuf sat there on the prayer mat, raised both of your hands to your chest as he recite the dua. You noticed him mentioning his late-wife again, but you didn't make any comments about it, knowing that it's his rights to remind himself of his first wife.

Yusuf turn to you again after he done reciting the dua, he gently pull you into his well-build arms and rested his chin on your head carefully.

"I'm going to your Abi's talk again tonight. Do you want to go with me, dear?"

He asks, rubbing his thumb on your arm, who is covered by the praying clothes you're wearing, in a comforting gesture. Yusuf is one of the people who listen to his talk every night and he never forget you ask you to join him.