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Before posting, I'd like to thank everyone who clicked on this to take time out to help me. My "story" is quite long, so please bear with me. I have tried to sum it up as much as I can, and I've left out quite a bit of the details.
I'd also like to thank all those who have previously helped in giving me advice on other threads, may Allah bless all of you
I'm in my 20's. My parents are from an Islamic country originally - I was born & lived in a western country during my childhood after which my parents took me "back home" in order to raise me in an Islamic environment. I was really shy as a child (been that was since forever, according to my parents) - I'm much more confident now, though.
Growing up, I had a lot of self-esteem issues. I hated myself. I was always a perfectionist so anything I ever achieved was just never good enough. I wasn't competitive at all though - I didn't want to be the best out of everyone else, I just wanted to be the best I could possibly be myself. Oh and I was really compassionate too - I never ever wanted to hurt anyone (I hate talking about myself like this, but this will help you understand where I'm coming from). If I ever did, it was NEVER intentional. I'd loose sleep over the most trivial matters when people would get angry at me.
At the same time, I wasn't close to my family. I viewed them as people who didn't care for me, who deserved a better child than me (self-esteem). Everyone in my family (distant) seemed to expect a lot from me, since I was the child of the most educated in the family. It just started getting really difficult to please everyone (in my mind). I started cutting myself to help sooth my emotions during my final exams, when I was 16. I felt horrible. I was supposed to get straight A*s and now I was going to fail. (I don't do that anymore, I've realised it is unIslamic and not the way to deal with problems).
Basically, I was OVER-sensitive.
So anyways, time went on, I finished college. I was SO DESPERATE to get everyone in school to like me that I did quite a few stupid unIslamic things, so that I would be known as "cool", so that everyone would like me even more. I NEEDED that sense of belonging, as I never seemed to have found it at home. It kind of worked - I never had beef with anyone at school and everyone was always going on about how they loved me. But it wasn't enough, I wanted to be "cool" as well.
After college, I started Uni. All my school friends disappeared, everyone went to different unis - it obviously wasn't the same. I made new friends in uni, but it was quite different, as I was now, for the first time in my life, studying with members of the opposite sex. I thought both males and females were equal. That they could be friends. That there was no difference at all. I was wrong. There are things in Islam we don't understand, if only I had tried to go so deep in to religion back then. I used to think my thinking was right. I was pretty much a feminist. It often happens when you spend almost all your life in a girls' school
Moving on...
One day a guy called at our house. He wanted to get some information on a rishta for his sister, and they had come from the same western country I was born in. I told him to get in touch with my mum, I gave him her number. End off.
But he called again, and started talking to me, then eventually asked for my mobile number. And although I was least interested in him, I thought he wanted my number so that his sister could make some friends while he was visiting his home country. So I gave it to him & we started talking, and not once did he let me speak to his sister. I'm going to skip the details... I basically fell head over heels with him as he was SO NICE (or at least that is how he appeared to be). He liked everything I liked, he cared for people, he was so nice. He kept saying how he really liked me, that we should get married and I was like WHAT you don't even know me you've never seen me. I was so blind I believed he loved me just like that, and I secretly really liked him back. I tried to fight this feeling for quite long. I really did, but eventually, I told him I was into him.
The whole time it felt really wrong, but then I felt so drawn in it was really hard to explain. Within this time a woman even called me saying he was with her. At first I believed her, but his words against hers seems much easier to believe. About 9 months later, my parents found out. They were DEVASTATED. In fact, that's not even the word. The guy was 14 years older than me (I knew that though, it was the only thing he told me the truth about), he had no qualification/education in life, he was from a VERY different background. But the stupid 18/19 year old I was, I thought "hey that doesn't matter at all". I really cared for this man, from the bottom of my heart. He said stand I'd stand. He said sit I'd sit. Any it'd be amazing to obey what he said, cause he LOVED ME. I hadn't even gotten this much sense of belonging from school. It was amazing. I gave my parents his sisters' home number, who lived in the western country I grew up in.
When they called, she shut the phone on their faces. They rang back and demanded answers. This time, the sister's mother-in-law picked up. She said we don't know ANYONE called XYZ. But this girls brother is called ABC, and he is married with a child. I was devastated. This is just ONE of the MANY lies he told me. I was confused - the whole marriage thing didn't add up - he was ALWAYS on the phone with me surely I would have known if he had a wife right? I didn't know what to believe. The atmosphere at home was terrible, because of me. But I didn't fully understand my parents either. After a month of being grounded, I managed to get back in touch with him. But something seemed wrong... I was happy to hear his voice, but I wasn't sure of what to do. Something that smelt fishy in his voice.
But being the stupid teen I was, I decided to forgive everything as long as he promised to tell me the truth after that moment. Which he obviously did, just like he had done many MANY times before this as well. His lies continued, as did my disease, that continuously made me look past his constant lies. He loved me. IF he was married (which I HIGHLY DOUBTED) I would leave him straight away.I would NEVER want to mess up some other woman's life. And for all of his other ways, I would put up with him. The worst he could do is hurt me physically, or cheat on me or even leave me - but it would probably be worth it. I wouldn't mind being the first wife, yeah it'd hurt but never mind.
A year later he said marry me or leave me. I said let me tell my parents. He refused. I argued that all that time in the first nine months I asked you to marry me, you said no, not yet. Now I'm saying no. If you want to marry me let me tell my parents first. I said this because he was still lying to me and I was scared of making the wrong decision I couldn't trust him 100% - I did at times, but then he'd go breaking my trust again. He never actually managed to explain why he even lied about his name. Out of everything else, why lie about your name? And not one, but three names. He said he had 3 names. One was the lie he told me, one was his real name, and one was his nickname (certainly didn't sound like a nickname it was a proper name). But I never got a "real" answer, just "oh I made a mistake sorry I lied", or a whole load of anger. I found out about a few other girls. It was messed up. But there was only so much I could find out, as our relationship was primarily over the phone.
Anyways, after a lot of arguments, I gave in - I said fine. I tried to be clever, by saying let me speak to your dad first. Oh yeah - his parents were divorced and his dad lived in the country where I was born. He didn't tell his dad though, and we got married over the phone. There was his lawyer friend, his younger unmarried sister, his cousin & a so-called molvi who didn't even read a proper dua (and I was angry at that). I said "I do" 3 times over the phone and I signed papers that his sister bought to my college. I thought now I can meet him if he wants, because I'm his wife and Allah says you should listen to your husband. But before we got a chance, Allah saved me. I randomly stumbled across a website saying that without a Wali, a marriage is void (incorrect). I told me best friends about what I had done, they were all devastated as they hated the guy and they thought I'd lost contact after my parents found out. They were shocked and tried to explain to me the gravity of my actions. They tried to help me find out whether the marriage was Islamic or not, we tried emailing Zakir Naik foundation. The staff there simply relied saying"girl loose contact". And that seemed like a pretty harsh answer for me at the time.
We reached the conclusion that my legal marriage isn't Islamic - simply because even under the Hanfi school of thought (which apparently allows females to get married without a Wali), a female must get married to someone of equal status. But we were both from very different background (PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I AM WRONG, THIS IS JUST MY UNDERSTANDING - there isn't much information available on the "equal status" topic).
[I cannot visit a mosque I can just get information through the internet, which I have been trying to. I feel Allah has really helped me though.]
So anyways, after telling my legal, but not Islamic, husband that we are not married he blew up. He was furious, as usual. I told him to go ask the imam from the biggest mosque in our country. He said he did, but a year later when I sneakily asked him again, he said he didn't. That's okay because I never believed him in the first place. I pretended to believe him so that he wouldn't get angry at me, because when I started asking him questions he got angry saying why are you doubting me. So I gave up fighting. I made excuses each time he'd ask me to meet him. Soon afterwards he left the country to find a job to help support me as he felt I was his responsibility. That was really nice of him. So it wasn't difficult to be "safe" (not give in to a very illicit relationship).
I wasn't convinced in the first place as I felt Allah showed me this sign for a reason. I started reading the Quraan to get more answers. It was the most AMAZING this that I'd EVER experienced. It was beautiful. I gained strength through Imaan. My mood was always dependent on ABC previosuly, but now I felt more free, like my wings had started spreading. I had Allah so nothing could harm me.
I had to eventually tell my parents, and now that ABC had found a job it was a green light from his end. I was fine with his unemployment though. I was happy to be the working one as long as he "loved me" (must sound like a joke, but only someone who has gone through what I have can understand). Anyways, I kept putting off telling my parents, because I was trying to write a book to convince them, so it kept getting delayed and more delayed. In between I stopped reading the Quraan on a daily basis too - with all the exams I was taking my life wasn't too balanced.
A few months ago my parents started talking about getting me married. That's when I realised I REALLY needed to complete my "book". And it was really hard - in fact I STILL haven't written it. On top of that they wanted me to get married to a couple of guys who were very educated and from similar backgrounds. They told me that the guys were very accommodating and caring. Which was absolutely surprising to me I never thought guys could be like that. It still didn't bother me - I still wanted ABC because I felt safe thinking about him.
With so much going on, I fully turned to Allah again. I asked for help. And I got it. I told ABC that we really aren't married, that I was making excuses to you but we aren't and that you need to go ask the Imam in your country, so I will not engage in anything unIslamic no matter what you say. He really flipped. He likes being in control. That's when I reached my breaking point. There was one road where he was standing, and there was another road to Allah.
It's the most courageous thing I have EVER done, and I am really proud I chose not to give in. It may sound really trivial for anyone else, but after all those years of blindly following his desires over myself, I finally managed to break free. And I was doing GREAT, BECAUSE ALLAH WAS ON MY SIDE. I was doing this FOR ALLAH. I told him, if you want to leave me over this, go ahead. I don't care anymore. I need Allah and I'm not going to leave Him anymore. I will do my BEST to try and become a better Muslim, not just a better person in this world. If you care about this relationship, you would follow Allah as He is in control of everything.
So he agreed, after a lot of fighting and after he kept saying I was "making excuses for leaving him". It seems to me as though he lied again, saying that there's an imam on gmail called bin zaid or something. It really didn't sound real at all the id sounded so fake. Then he said that the imam said "your wife is making excuses you are married". And I was like what?! I really am NOT trying to make any excuse, I STILL care for him more than anything else and if my parents agree I will happily live with him (Islamically). But he said fine whatever makes you happy, once he realised I wasn't going to give in to him anymore.
It's been 4 years (nearly 2 years after the legal marriage). I have come to terms with the fact that my parents don't hate me. I thought I'd be able to convince them to let me marry him, but after many tactful discussions, I have realised it isn't going to happen. They got so angry and emotional at the slightest thought, I wouldn't want to hurt them. I've NEVER wanted to hurt ANYONE... I just never understood why it would hurt them. I kind of do now, after having talked to them.On top of that they're older than me, and my dad keeps talking about how he isn't physically as fit as he used to be. IF ONLY I HAD REALISED ALL OF THIS BEFORE. But it's okay - I mean Allah always forgives his creation right? I've NEVER wanted to hurt anyone. I was just really ignorant, and tied up in a mythical world of my own. I didn't have a clue of how society worked - I used to believe everything that people told me - it's all I'd ever been exposed too. I take FULL RESPONSIBILITY for all my actions. I made mistakes, I sinned. I decided to do all this. But I've now realized the mistakes I made. And I'm really trying to correct them.
I did an istakhara, and my friends told me that once I got a sign, I HAD to follow through, no matter what. They were proud of me, that I finally managed to digest the idea of a life without ABC, and they see this as the first step. So anyways, I gained the strength to believe in the istikhara and tried. I must admit, it wasn't the proper 7-day istakhara, but I made the dua from the bottom of my heart (surprisingly I'd been making the same dua in different words everyday for the past 2 months). And although some people say a dream isn't the answer, I did get a dream, but it wasn't a good dream about ABC. So I prayed that I get more signs.. I did get a few more signs (when my parents got really emotional when I bought the topic up - that really was a turning point for me I'd never want to "destroy them" as they kept saying to me that my past actions with XYZ [AKA ABC] would have destroyed them and the rest of the family completely). And although I think the Shaytan is still trying to convince me otherwise (because I don't want to leave ABC and get married to someone else leaving him all alone and totally broken), I have a feeling Allah is telling me to back-off. Usually, I only get the whole shaytaan feeling when I listen to songs or watch movies and stuff, and technically that is not very Islamic. And I usually feel Allah is saying "no" when I pray or sit with my family... So I think this means what I have written.
The thing is, I genuinely believe that ABC has changed for the better. I've been telling ABC to pray to read the Quraan etc etc - he says he does. But just like I thought he'd changed last time, he could be lying this time too. It seems less likely now but I can't be sure, as there was a girl in his life after he legally married me as he accidentally added her to the skype conversation and swore at me and divorced me over Skype in writing while she was in the conversation. Then apologised later. And he'd NEVER use the "d" word before. He always used to say he hates it because his parents were divorced. It's quite confusing one minute he's the best, the next he's the worst. We have a Rihanna Eminem relationship (Love the way you lie)..
I don't want to hurt him. I always pray to Allah to give me all the pain, to spare my parents and ABC any of the pain that has been caused because of my own stupidity and my own actions. I really don't want any of them to be hurt - I don't mind absorbing everything as I HAVE FAITH that I will be okay as long as I have Allah is with me. REALLY don't want anyone I love to suffer (no-one wants that), but ESPECIALLY not because it's MY FAULT, MY OWN stupid actions.
I told ABC that my parents could get messed up if we go ahead. Sometimes he says "I understand I know you love me but your parents don't", but sometimes he says he'll do something really bad if I leave him. He never defines "bad". I asked him whether he meant suicide, he said no. I'm not afraid of him though, because I am ONLY doing this for Allah. If i wasn't for Allah, or if I knew my parents would eventually understand I would stick to him. Even if he is a married liar, I got into this myself and I believed him myself even though the whole world was screaming don't. I FULLY take responsibility for all that I have done, and I have faith I can live with my actions (as long as I follow Allah).
I'm not here for sympathies or the opposite, I'm not an angel I've made quite a few terrible blunders and I feel bad enough to know that what I did was wrong. It'd just be nice if I could get some Islamic advice on what to do/what to do next. Or any advice on anything I've written that is incorrect. Like I said, I don't wish to hurt anyone, not my parents, not ABC. I do realise that this isn't the Shariah council, and as someone wrote on another post, everything is not always in black & white in Islam. They grey parts are the ones where it is best to be extra careful as they can lead to right & wrong. Allah bless ALL those who have so beautifully contributed to the posts, where I have gotten many answers from. This (and the internet) is truly the only place I can turn for advise, it is not physically possible for me to go to a Mosque.
Thank you so much for all your time in trying to read and understand my situation, may Allah bless you.
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I'd also like to thank all those who have previously helped in giving me advice on other threads, may Allah bless all of you

I'm in my 20's. My parents are from an Islamic country originally - I was born & lived in a western country during my childhood after which my parents took me "back home" in order to raise me in an Islamic environment. I was really shy as a child (been that was since forever, according to my parents) - I'm much more confident now, though.
Growing up, I had a lot of self-esteem issues. I hated myself. I was always a perfectionist so anything I ever achieved was just never good enough. I wasn't competitive at all though - I didn't want to be the best out of everyone else, I just wanted to be the best I could possibly be myself. Oh and I was really compassionate too - I never ever wanted to hurt anyone (I hate talking about myself like this, but this will help you understand where I'm coming from). If I ever did, it was NEVER intentional. I'd loose sleep over the most trivial matters when people would get angry at me.
At the same time, I wasn't close to my family. I viewed them as people who didn't care for me, who deserved a better child than me (self-esteem). Everyone in my family (distant) seemed to expect a lot from me, since I was the child of the most educated in the family. It just started getting really difficult to please everyone (in my mind). I started cutting myself to help sooth my emotions during my final exams, when I was 16. I felt horrible. I was supposed to get straight A*s and now I was going to fail. (I don't do that anymore, I've realised it is unIslamic and not the way to deal with problems).
Basically, I was OVER-sensitive.
So anyways, time went on, I finished college. I was SO DESPERATE to get everyone in school to like me that I did quite a few stupid unIslamic things, so that I would be known as "cool", so that everyone would like me even more. I NEEDED that sense of belonging, as I never seemed to have found it at home. It kind of worked - I never had beef with anyone at school and everyone was always going on about how they loved me. But it wasn't enough, I wanted to be "cool" as well.
After college, I started Uni. All my school friends disappeared, everyone went to different unis - it obviously wasn't the same. I made new friends in uni, but it was quite different, as I was now, for the first time in my life, studying with members of the opposite sex. I thought both males and females were equal. That they could be friends. That there was no difference at all. I was wrong. There are things in Islam we don't understand, if only I had tried to go so deep in to religion back then. I used to think my thinking was right. I was pretty much a feminist. It often happens when you spend almost all your life in a girls' school
Moving on...
One day a guy called at our house. He wanted to get some information on a rishta for his sister, and they had come from the same western country I was born in. I told him to get in touch with my mum, I gave him her number. End off.
But he called again, and started talking to me, then eventually asked for my mobile number. And although I was least interested in him, I thought he wanted my number so that his sister could make some friends while he was visiting his home country. So I gave it to him & we started talking, and not once did he let me speak to his sister. I'm going to skip the details... I basically fell head over heels with him as he was SO NICE (or at least that is how he appeared to be). He liked everything I liked, he cared for people, he was so nice. He kept saying how he really liked me, that we should get married and I was like WHAT you don't even know me you've never seen me. I was so blind I believed he loved me just like that, and I secretly really liked him back. I tried to fight this feeling for quite long. I really did, but eventually, I told him I was into him.
The whole time it felt really wrong, but then I felt so drawn in it was really hard to explain. Within this time a woman even called me saying he was with her. At first I believed her, but his words against hers seems much easier to believe. About 9 months later, my parents found out. They were DEVASTATED. In fact, that's not even the word. The guy was 14 years older than me (I knew that though, it was the only thing he told me the truth about), he had no qualification/education in life, he was from a VERY different background. But the stupid 18/19 year old I was, I thought "hey that doesn't matter at all". I really cared for this man, from the bottom of my heart. He said stand I'd stand. He said sit I'd sit. Any it'd be amazing to obey what he said, cause he LOVED ME. I hadn't even gotten this much sense of belonging from school. It was amazing. I gave my parents his sisters' home number, who lived in the western country I grew up in.
When they called, she shut the phone on their faces. They rang back and demanded answers. This time, the sister's mother-in-law picked up. She said we don't know ANYONE called XYZ. But this girls brother is called ABC, and he is married with a child. I was devastated. This is just ONE of the MANY lies he told me. I was confused - the whole marriage thing didn't add up - he was ALWAYS on the phone with me surely I would have known if he had a wife right? I didn't know what to believe. The atmosphere at home was terrible, because of me. But I didn't fully understand my parents either. After a month of being grounded, I managed to get back in touch with him. But something seemed wrong... I was happy to hear his voice, but I wasn't sure of what to do. Something that smelt fishy in his voice.
But being the stupid teen I was, I decided to forgive everything as long as he promised to tell me the truth after that moment. Which he obviously did, just like he had done many MANY times before this as well. His lies continued, as did my disease, that continuously made me look past his constant lies. He loved me. IF he was married (which I HIGHLY DOUBTED) I would leave him straight away.I would NEVER want to mess up some other woman's life. And for all of his other ways, I would put up with him. The worst he could do is hurt me physically, or cheat on me or even leave me - but it would probably be worth it. I wouldn't mind being the first wife, yeah it'd hurt but never mind.
A year later he said marry me or leave me. I said let me tell my parents. He refused. I argued that all that time in the first nine months I asked you to marry me, you said no, not yet. Now I'm saying no. If you want to marry me let me tell my parents first. I said this because he was still lying to me and I was scared of making the wrong decision I couldn't trust him 100% - I did at times, but then he'd go breaking my trust again. He never actually managed to explain why he even lied about his name. Out of everything else, why lie about your name? And not one, but three names. He said he had 3 names. One was the lie he told me, one was his real name, and one was his nickname (certainly didn't sound like a nickname it was a proper name). But I never got a "real" answer, just "oh I made a mistake sorry I lied", or a whole load of anger. I found out about a few other girls. It was messed up. But there was only so much I could find out, as our relationship was primarily over the phone.
Anyways, after a lot of arguments, I gave in - I said fine. I tried to be clever, by saying let me speak to your dad first. Oh yeah - his parents were divorced and his dad lived in the country where I was born. He didn't tell his dad though, and we got married over the phone. There was his lawyer friend, his younger unmarried sister, his cousin & a so-called molvi who didn't even read a proper dua (and I was angry at that). I said "I do" 3 times over the phone and I signed papers that his sister bought to my college. I thought now I can meet him if he wants, because I'm his wife and Allah says you should listen to your husband. But before we got a chance, Allah saved me. I randomly stumbled across a website saying that without a Wali, a marriage is void (incorrect). I told me best friends about what I had done, they were all devastated as they hated the guy and they thought I'd lost contact after my parents found out. They were shocked and tried to explain to me the gravity of my actions. They tried to help me find out whether the marriage was Islamic or not, we tried emailing Zakir Naik foundation. The staff there simply relied saying"girl loose contact". And that seemed like a pretty harsh answer for me at the time.
We reached the conclusion that my legal marriage isn't Islamic - simply because even under the Hanfi school of thought (which apparently allows females to get married without a Wali), a female must get married to someone of equal status. But we were both from very different background (PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I AM WRONG, THIS IS JUST MY UNDERSTANDING - there isn't much information available on the "equal status" topic).
[I cannot visit a mosque I can just get information through the internet, which I have been trying to. I feel Allah has really helped me though.]
So anyways, after telling my legal, but not Islamic, husband that we are not married he blew up. He was furious, as usual. I told him to go ask the imam from the biggest mosque in our country. He said he did, but a year later when I sneakily asked him again, he said he didn't. That's okay because I never believed him in the first place. I pretended to believe him so that he wouldn't get angry at me, because when I started asking him questions he got angry saying why are you doubting me. So I gave up fighting. I made excuses each time he'd ask me to meet him. Soon afterwards he left the country to find a job to help support me as he felt I was his responsibility. That was really nice of him. So it wasn't difficult to be "safe" (not give in to a very illicit relationship).
I wasn't convinced in the first place as I felt Allah showed me this sign for a reason. I started reading the Quraan to get more answers. It was the most AMAZING this that I'd EVER experienced. It was beautiful. I gained strength through Imaan. My mood was always dependent on ABC previosuly, but now I felt more free, like my wings had started spreading. I had Allah so nothing could harm me.
I had to eventually tell my parents, and now that ABC had found a job it was a green light from his end. I was fine with his unemployment though. I was happy to be the working one as long as he "loved me" (must sound like a joke, but only someone who has gone through what I have can understand). Anyways, I kept putting off telling my parents, because I was trying to write a book to convince them, so it kept getting delayed and more delayed. In between I stopped reading the Quraan on a daily basis too - with all the exams I was taking my life wasn't too balanced.
A few months ago my parents started talking about getting me married. That's when I realised I REALLY needed to complete my "book". And it was really hard - in fact I STILL haven't written it. On top of that they wanted me to get married to a couple of guys who were very educated and from similar backgrounds. They told me that the guys were very accommodating and caring. Which was absolutely surprising to me I never thought guys could be like that. It still didn't bother me - I still wanted ABC because I felt safe thinking about him.
With so much going on, I fully turned to Allah again. I asked for help. And I got it. I told ABC that we really aren't married, that I was making excuses to you but we aren't and that you need to go ask the Imam in your country, so I will not engage in anything unIslamic no matter what you say. He really flipped. He likes being in control. That's when I reached my breaking point. There was one road where he was standing, and there was another road to Allah.
It's the most courageous thing I have EVER done, and I am really proud I chose not to give in. It may sound really trivial for anyone else, but after all those years of blindly following his desires over myself, I finally managed to break free. And I was doing GREAT, BECAUSE ALLAH WAS ON MY SIDE. I was doing this FOR ALLAH. I told him, if you want to leave me over this, go ahead. I don't care anymore. I need Allah and I'm not going to leave Him anymore. I will do my BEST to try and become a better Muslim, not just a better person in this world. If you care about this relationship, you would follow Allah as He is in control of everything.
So he agreed, after a lot of fighting and after he kept saying I was "making excuses for leaving him". It seems to me as though he lied again, saying that there's an imam on gmail called bin zaid or something. It really didn't sound real at all the id sounded so fake. Then he said that the imam said "your wife is making excuses you are married". And I was like what?! I really am NOT trying to make any excuse, I STILL care for him more than anything else and if my parents agree I will happily live with him (Islamically). But he said fine whatever makes you happy, once he realised I wasn't going to give in to him anymore.
It's been 4 years (nearly 2 years after the legal marriage). I have come to terms with the fact that my parents don't hate me. I thought I'd be able to convince them to let me marry him, but after many tactful discussions, I have realised it isn't going to happen. They got so angry and emotional at the slightest thought, I wouldn't want to hurt them. I've NEVER wanted to hurt ANYONE... I just never understood why it would hurt them. I kind of do now, after having talked to them.On top of that they're older than me, and my dad keeps talking about how he isn't physically as fit as he used to be. IF ONLY I HAD REALISED ALL OF THIS BEFORE. But it's okay - I mean Allah always forgives his creation right? I've NEVER wanted to hurt anyone. I was just really ignorant, and tied up in a mythical world of my own. I didn't have a clue of how society worked - I used to believe everything that people told me - it's all I'd ever been exposed too. I take FULL RESPONSIBILITY for all my actions. I made mistakes, I sinned. I decided to do all this. But I've now realized the mistakes I made. And I'm really trying to correct them.
I did an istakhara, and my friends told me that once I got a sign, I HAD to follow through, no matter what. They were proud of me, that I finally managed to digest the idea of a life without ABC, and they see this as the first step. So anyways, I gained the strength to believe in the istikhara and tried. I must admit, it wasn't the proper 7-day istakhara, but I made the dua from the bottom of my heart (surprisingly I'd been making the same dua in different words everyday for the past 2 months). And although some people say a dream isn't the answer, I did get a dream, but it wasn't a good dream about ABC. So I prayed that I get more signs.. I did get a few more signs (when my parents got really emotional when I bought the topic up - that really was a turning point for me I'd never want to "destroy them" as they kept saying to me that my past actions with XYZ [AKA ABC] would have destroyed them and the rest of the family completely). And although I think the Shaytan is still trying to convince me otherwise (because I don't want to leave ABC and get married to someone else leaving him all alone and totally broken), I have a feeling Allah is telling me to back-off. Usually, I only get the whole shaytaan feeling when I listen to songs or watch movies and stuff, and technically that is not very Islamic. And I usually feel Allah is saying "no" when I pray or sit with my family... So I think this means what I have written.
The thing is, I genuinely believe that ABC has changed for the better. I've been telling ABC to pray to read the Quraan etc etc - he says he does. But just like I thought he'd changed last time, he could be lying this time too. It seems less likely now but I can't be sure, as there was a girl in his life after he legally married me as he accidentally added her to the skype conversation and swore at me and divorced me over Skype in writing while she was in the conversation. Then apologised later. And he'd NEVER use the "d" word before. He always used to say he hates it because his parents were divorced. It's quite confusing one minute he's the best, the next he's the worst. We have a Rihanna Eminem relationship (Love the way you lie)..
I don't want to hurt him. I always pray to Allah to give me all the pain, to spare my parents and ABC any of the pain that has been caused because of my own stupidity and my own actions. I really don't want any of them to be hurt - I don't mind absorbing everything as I HAVE FAITH that I will be okay as long as I have Allah is with me. REALLY don't want anyone I love to suffer (no-one wants that), but ESPECIALLY not because it's MY FAULT, MY OWN stupid actions.
I told ABC that my parents could get messed up if we go ahead. Sometimes he says "I understand I know you love me but your parents don't", but sometimes he says he'll do something really bad if I leave him. He never defines "bad". I asked him whether he meant suicide, he said no. I'm not afraid of him though, because I am ONLY doing this for Allah. If i wasn't for Allah, or if I knew my parents would eventually understand I would stick to him. Even if he is a married liar, I got into this myself and I believed him myself even though the whole world was screaming don't. I FULLY take responsibility for all that I have done, and I have faith I can live with my actions (as long as I follow Allah).
I'm not here for sympathies or the opposite, I'm not an angel I've made quite a few terrible blunders and I feel bad enough to know that what I did was wrong. It'd just be nice if I could get some Islamic advice on what to do/what to do next. Or any advice on anything I've written that is incorrect. Like I said, I don't wish to hurt anyone, not my parents, not ABC. I do realise that this isn't the Shariah council, and as someone wrote on another post, everything is not always in black & white in Islam. They grey parts are the ones where it is best to be extra careful as they can lead to right & wrong. Allah bless ALL those who have so beautifully contributed to the posts, where I have gotten many answers from. This (and the internet) is truly the only place I can turn for advise, it is not physically possible for me to go to a Mosque.
Thank you so much for all your time in trying to read and understand my situation, may Allah bless you.
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