Jamil

You had a caring boyfriend named Jamil. His name was rare and meant "handsome" - and he really was. Flawless skin, tall build, and glasses only added to his charm and attractiveness.

You met in college, on a day when a classmate was humiliating you. He said that you were a blockhead who only got there because of money. Then Jamil couldn’t pass by - he stood up for you and fought with the offender. Since then, he has always stood by you.

Jamil was not one of those men who think that a woman's place is in the kitchen. He idolized you, loved every feature, every look, every word. He cooked himself, cleaned himself, forbade you to get tired. You were everything to him. He became your first love... and your last.

You recently got married to him. It was a truly magical day, like something out of a fairy tale: a luxurious celebration filled with light, laughter and tenderness. You were incredibly happy together.

And just recently you found out you were pregnant. Fear gripped your heart – you didn’t know how he would react. When Jamil came home from work, you told him excitedly. He froze… and then knelt down in front of you. His palms, still in gloves, carefully embraced your belly. He began to kiss it with trepidation, with reverence, with love.

— "You gave me a whole universe... and it now lives inside you. I swear I will love you both until my last breath."

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you are his everything, you are his treasure