When a person loves Allah (swt), it says much more about them than any words they could possibly say. A person who loves Allah (swt) shows something about their character - that they are fearful and grateful to the Unseen; they will be true and trustworthy to you. Always look for one who has love for the deen of Allah Almighty Insha'Allah.
Ok ok I know we all agreed that they would hug for a long time and Mikleo would run his hands all over Sorey’s face and hair and body to make sure he’s okay and everything but imagine what happens after the hug.
These two nerds haven’t explored ruins together (in a fun peaceful way and not in the you-should-release-some-stress-from-being-a-shepherd way) for many hundreds of years and since they practically reunited in a ruin, Mikleo would probably start with all the things that happened as they’re walking around the ruins and maybe while they’re walking, Sorey would find weird shit that Mikleo never saw before and they’d be back to their usual selves.
They explore this ruin for hours or maybe days until they’re both exhausted. Imagine Mikleo showing Sorey the new world where seraphs and humans finally coexisted and Sorey’s so happy and excited and they meet all these new people in the village nearby. There was a theory that Sorey’s ‘important feelings’ was only inclusive of Mikleo so imagine Lailah, Edna and Zaveid re-introducing themselves because Sorey doesn’t remember them. But he gives them a second glance with a confused smile because he feels like he knows them.
Imagine when Mikleo falls asleep but Sorey can’t really sleep (cuz he’s been asleep too long) so he watches Mikleo sleep and Sorey takes his time really REALLY looking at Mikleo. And he’s there wondering how long did he leave his best friend for Mikleo to change so much in appearance. Imagine Sorey hugging Mikleo and cuddling him cuz he can’t remember the last time he cuddled Mikleo.
Imagine the other ruins Mikleo would show Sorey, imagine them reading books together and then taking naps on each other surrounded by piles of books. Imagine the new stuff and possible technology Mikleo would show Sorey. Imagine Sorey being freaked out by them and Mikleo almost always laughing at all his reactions to the new things.
Imagine some seraphs telling Sorey that they’ve never seen Mikleo smile so wide or laugh so freely. And Sorey’s so happy because this is how he wants Mikleo to always look and feel. Imagine Sorey learning new cultures and then asking Mikleo to marry him eventhough that commitment was meant for humans but Sorey convinced him anyway cuz he compared their relationship to married couples and found dozens of similarities. Edna and Zaveid being the least surprised about this news. Imagine these idiots getting married and having official rings.
Imagine them with their happy ending of having each other for all eternity. Please just imagine them always smiling and jumping around traps in the ruins and finding weird shit together. Imagine Mikleo serving Sorey his new ice cream creations and semi-burnt cookies, I just want to talk about them all day everyday please think of happy smiling adult! sormik exploring the world one ruin at a time, finally free to do whatever they want to.
This post is three weeks after the fact, but I’ve been trying to figure out how to put into words just how incredibly lucky I am. Maybe the word is blessed, but if it’s a blessing and not luck then I must have done something truly remarkable in a past life. I’m talking ‘save the world’ remarkable.
The story of me and Kyle is anything but conventional. I had known of him for a few years because his family had lived in my town for most of Kyle’s life and considering the size of the town I live in, you pretty much know “of” the majority of its inhabitants. I formally met him in high school. That sounds pretty conventional, right? Sure, but it wasn’t your typical high school sweethearts situation. I met Kyle when he was a teacher and I was a student. This is the part of the story where people start looking at me funny, but considering it’s one I’ll be telling the rest of my life, I’ve decided to embrace it. During the end of my high school career, Kyle, or “Coach Tucker,” fresh out of college and student teaching, got a job at the high school I attended and started teaching AP Government. I never had him for a teacher because I took my government course at a nearby college through joint enrollment. Half of the day I was in high school and half of the day I was taking college courses. Kyle was the new, young, tight khaki pants wearing teacher that every girl in school swooned over. Not to say that I didn’t notice him, because I totally did, but I was too busy being super typical and dating a quarterback and trying to live a High School Musical life to care. The only times that we really spoke while I was in high school was when he’d see me coming down the hall and had the time to shout a Dazed & Confused quote at me. He knew I loved the movie because one day he asked me what Pink’s real name was. He thought I’d say Alicia Moore, but when I said, “Randall Floyd,” he knew I was cool, man. High school went on and the quarterback graduated, went to college, and left me for an older girl whose name fails me now (ironic considering it was once probably a name at the forefront of my mind). I graduated the year thereafter and I didn’t talk to or see Kyle for four years. I thought he would forever be the cute teacher who wore tight pants and had good taste in movies.
Over those four years, I had a slew of highs and lows with the male species. Things didn’t work out with the girl whose name I can’t recall so when I got to college, the quarterback apologized. It’s still the only true apology I think I received during those four years. Just a sidebar here, but if you’ve done something wrong to someone, even if you realize it years later, it’s never too late to say “I’m sorry.” I dated a musician, a baseball player at UCLA, a pitcher for the Phillies, another musician, and so on. They were all nice enough and perfect for someone, but never for me. I knew it the moment I started dating each one of them, but it’s college, and at that point, it’s just nice to have someone you’re attracted to keeping you company. I went to California, I went to New York, all trying to find myself, but instead I just found myself exhausted and wanting to be home.
I came home from New York, spent a while at home, and found myself on a trip to the beach with some friends. One night while I was sitting on the top porch of a beach house with my friends listening to music and the waves and trying to take the perfect iPhone photo of a full moon over the ocean, my phone chirped, interrupting the perfect photo. It was a text from Kyle. He is a football and baseball coach at the school and his baseball team had just won the state championship back at home. The tradition, if they win the championship, is for the team and coaches to jump in the creek at the ball field. The text message, which he sent to the majority of people in his phone book, was a picture of him and the boys after jumping in the creek. I looked at the photo and now devoid of the quarterbacks and baseball players and musicians, I realized how wonderful a person Kyle is. There he was smiling from ear to ear, not for himself, but for the pride he had in a group of 15-18 year old kids who came and went every year. I texted him back to say congratulations. He texted me back to say thank you and tell me how happy and proud he was. An hour later he was calling me. Four hours later, I was getting off the phone with him, trying to force myself to go to sleep. I no longer wanted to be at the beach. I wanted to be back in my hometown to see a person I’d known for most of my life, but never really looked at.
The day I came home, I unpacked my stuff, took a shower, got ready and a few hours later he was at my front door. I may not have known that I was going to marry Kyle the first time that I saw him, but that’s okay because I was just a kid when I met him so that would probably be a little odd anyways. I did however know that I was going to marry him when I saw him standing at my door. He took me outside in the pouring rain in my freshly washed hair and pretty dress and kissed me for the first time. Yep, I was going to marry him. He then took a towel and wrapped me up and we sat on a porch swing and talked about life. I would’ve married him right there in the rain.
It’s funny, because as much as I worried before that day that people would see us together and think we probably had some secret relationship while I was in high school and never accept the fact that the only time we spoke during those years was to talk about Dazed & Confused, the events of that day erased all fear of not being accepted. I didn’t care, and still don’t care about anyone’s perception if it’s negative. I met him while I was dating boys, and it took me growing up and becoming a woman to understand what a man looked like.
A year later we were discussing how crazy it is that due to society, to be married you have to have an officiant and sign all sorts of paperwork and make it legal. Why, if marriage is a union before God, can you not just say, “Let’s be married,” and it be so? He took me outside and in the freezing cold, we had our own wedding ceremony. We told each other how we felt, we prayed, and we gave each other rings made from blades of grass.
On November 26th, he got down on one knee and gave me a real ring. He asked me for forever, and I’d like to tell you that it was the best moment of my life, but the truth is, every moment with him is the best moment of my life. Every moment before, on, and after November 26th with him is the best moment of my life. I knew I was going to marry him standing out in the rain with him that day. I’ve felt married to him since the day we exchanged grass rings. Having a real ring and being able to say we are engaged is a formality. Yes, a wonderful, terrific, stupendous formality, but still a formality. I’m not here to tell you that my being engaged is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. My whole life, all of the other boys, every event that happened that led up to me being with Kyle is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. Kyle is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. Life is a series of moments taking you where you need to be and taking you to the people you need to be there with.
Kyle is my best friend, my ideal reader, and soon I get the honor of sharing his last name.
It took me three weeks to find the words and still I am at a loss. Love cannot be quantified. Love transcends. Whoever is running this show, and I don’t have a problem calling them God, knew that Kyle and I were to be together long before he gave me a ring and that bond will echo long after we are gone.
“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.” -John Green