27th February is My Engagement Day

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I belong to a middle class family where people are not allowed to love. Loving someone is considered a crime. Apart from all that, I really liked a girl. I liked it too but for fear of rejection I never expressed it. Then marriage relationships started coming from the village. It was as if someone wanted to break into my house and build a new one with the same equipment. On the one hand, my heart does not believe that I should give up my love and adopt someone. On the other hand, the family was insisting. And the biggest problem is that the person for whom he was thinking so much did not even tell his heart. Finally the result of our university came. I went to his house under the pretext of results. And out of fear he spoke to her. Even today we have social traditions. My family refused to accept my love. I kept fighting for my love. The family started talking about evicting me. I cried many times while talking to my father about my love. But who understands my love? My only wish was to take everything from me. Lose everything and accept love. If I get it, understand that I got everything and if I don't get it, even after getting the whole world, I am empty handed. As if for me it is my whole universe and world. The family not only rejected my love but also stopped talking to me and stopped supporting the study. Borrow from your friends to meet your needs. I lost hope. I had no hope of finding it. Because of this my health was getting worse and worse. It seemed like I was no longer a guest in the world for long. Wherever he lived, he lived alone. Crying day and night, the tears in my eyes had become my friends, they never left me. I was dead inside me, only I was revived by his love. It was February 27th. I went home She was with me on the train. We both went home from work. I went back to university and she was still at home. At night I got a call from father at the university. Because I was angry I didn't received a call from my house and fell asleep. I thought father must have called because I hadn't arrived properly. Then, early in the morning, on February 28, the call came. Father said that the relationship has come from where you want to get married. And I said yes. There was so much to hear that it seemed as if my dead body had been put to death. I happily started looting my room. Years later, a smile appeared on my face. Then I thanked Allah. And since then, February 27 and 28 have been a memorable and happy day for me. Today, on this auspicious occasion, I am sharing my feelings and emotions with you.