We never choose the people we love or control whom we fall in love with. Here is a story of a young woman who was caught in a huge dilemma after falling for the ‘wrong’ man.
My name is Lisa. Some few years back, I met an amazing guy who made my heart melt each time I saw him. His name was Haleem, a muslim guy and he told me he was 25-years-old. At that time I was only 18-years-old, but age was not really an issue.
We spent a lot of time together and I fell in love with the guy. Everything seemed so perfect as he was the kindest guy I had ever met. We got intimate and he was the guy who took my virginity. We dated for about two months then everthing fell apart.
On one Tuesday afternoon, I was at the market with a friend when I received a strange call. “ Why are you sleeping with my husband?” the woman who called me asked. At first I was so confused as I could not understand what she was accusing me of.
“ I am not sleeping with anyone’s husband, and who are you?” I asked.
“You should be ashamed of yourself. Leave Haleem alone!” the woman said as she cried hysterically.
I stood still, and my heart was beating fast I thought it would pop out. I disconnected the call and went back home. When I got home, my heart was not at peace. I was restless because I was already feeling guilty of something I was not sure yet. I decided to go to Haleem’s place and when I knocked the door he opened and told me that I had to leave.
I saw a woman in the house crying and thats when I knew something was amiss.
The next morning I woke up, after a completely restless night. I waited for Haleem to leave for work, then I decided to go back to his house. When I knocked, the woman I saw the previous night opened the door, and I asked her to let me in.
I apologized first, although I was still confused about all the things that were happening. The woman told me that she had been married to Haleem for four years and that he was 30-years-old. For a moment, I felt a sharp pain in my heart as a sign of pure guilt. I apologized to the woman, showed her all the phone conversations we had had with Haleem to proove to her that I was not aware of all the things she was telling me.
The woman told me she had forgiven me, and adviced that I should be careful with whom I engage myself with.I left the house with a bit of relief but I was still feeling like the worst person in the world. I felt betrayed and nothing could surpass that feeling.
Haleem called me the next day and told me that he needed to talk to me. I felt like stubbing him and declined his request. He later threatened to come to our house, as I was still living with my parents, and that was not an option I was going to consider and thus, agreed to him.
He apologized like a hundred times and told me that he did not love his wife and that he wanted to be with me. He told me that he would do anything to be with me and even asked me to run away with him. At that moment I was convinced that Haleem was crazy and needed medical help, but what he did next, shocked me even more.
He divorced his wife, and converted from Islam to Christianity because of me. That was something I could not believe and neither was I going to agree to be with him. He begged me but I turned down all his requests.
I decided to change my number when I went to campus so that he could not manage to contact me. Months later, I recieved a call and I was told that Haleem commited suicide by taking poison and left a note saying that he would love me even in death.
That is the greatest mistake I have lived to regret. The memory of that incident is something I will live to remember for the rest of my life.
