I Love You, Mouri

My dearest Mouri,

There are moments in life when words feel insufficient to express the depth of what we feel. This is one of those moments. As I write this, I want you to know that you are the most precious person in my world — my first thought in the morning and my last before sleep.

I can still remember the first day I saw you. You were wearing a hijab that day, talking with uncle and aunty outside. You looked good, as always. But at that time, I didn’t feel anything.

As time passed, I thought you were a foolish girl struggling with life, someone who made the wrong decision to come to Australia, now missing her parents. Later, I realised the truth: a foolish and immature boy met a beautiful soul and broke all the rules, regulations, and limitations of his character.

In my eyes, you are a princess, but I am not a prince. You are a queen; I am not a king. Like the stories of Titanic or 12th Fail. But I am trying my best. I am working hard, becoming more responsible every day— for my family, for myself. I remember every second I spent with you and every word I promised you.

On your birthday, I want to promise you this: I will always stand by your side, support your dreams, celebrate your victories, and hold you through the storms. You are never alone.

Happy Birthday, my love. You are my today and all of my tomorrows.

Forever yours,
Muhammad