As I sit here in the Student Center pretending to do my work I catch a glimpse of a tall, young Middle Eastern man with curly black hair and emerald green eyes. He has just taken a seat, with a full course meal from Wendy’s (man, that sandwich looks good), and is being greeted by his equally handsome friend. As I sit here glancing at him (every five minutes) I can’t help but wonder what he could possibly be like.
For starters, he looks to be 19 … possibly a sophomore. His name? He looks like a Khaled. Yup. Khaled. That’s definitely his name. Hmm … he’s probably a computer science major with a 3.5/3.6 GPA (or maybe that’s just his ridiculously nerdy glasses talkin’). He and his friend seem to be engaged in a heated intellectual discussion … maybe it’s about politics. He must be well read. How else would you get into something like politics? And judging by the cute, periodic smirks he gets on his face, he’s probably one of those witty guys who carry around a myriad of random facts and corny jokes in their heads. I bet he secretly enjoys telling them to people just to see their reactions, regardless of their relevancy to his current conversation. So, let’s see … basically … he’s perfect. He has to be “the one.”
But…I’ll probably never know.
Let’s be real, I can’t just walk over to said handsome guy and say, “Hey you! My name’s Nouran! If you tell me your life story, I’ll tell you mine! What do you think about marriage?” That is definitely not socially acceptable. And I’m not about to do it. In spite of appearance, I’d like to let you guys know that I am not trying to showcase the life of a creeper in this article (I’m not a creeper, I swear). What I am trying to do is relate to an issue that I know you and I think about once or twice in a lifetime. Okay, most of the time. Okay, okay – all the time, particularly around this time of year.
Yeah hun. It’s time to talk about “The One.”
You may be wondering, “Why Noura? Are you currently on ‘the lookout’?” My simple response to that would be, “HELLZ NAH. Ain’t nobody got time for day … well for now at least.” Believe it or not, I never really thought about “the one” until I started to notice that all my wonderful girlfriends this semester seem to have found their soul mates. Yep. They’re all currently experiencing what it’s like to have someone they are absolutely, positively sure they want to spend the rest of their lives with; someone who wants to spend every second with them, instead of every second with Black Ops, Minecraft, or Halo. Can you imagine? That’s true love right there.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for all of my friends, but things like that make a single girl think. What will Mr. Right be like? Will he be tall, dark, and handsome? Will he be funny? Will he be witty? Arrogant? An avid Suits fan? When it gets down to it, will this guy be a prince or a frog?
I guess that’s the beauty of it right? You just don’t know. You don’t know what he’s going to be like, you can only imagine. Only Allah (SWT) knows what’s in store for you. I personally believe that if you stay on the right path and avoid following your tempestuous desires (which get significantly more difficult in college), Allah (SWT) will surely reward you with a man who DESERVES you. With a guy who will laugh at all your jokes, regardless of how corny they may be. With a guy that will love and appreciate you, and all your imperfections, because that’s what he loves most about you.
Don’t waste your time chasing after that one dude who refuses to give you the time of day, collecting “potential” phone numbers, or trying really hard to impress guys you refuse to admit are probably unaware of your very existence. Fact of the matter is, you’ll never know until the time is right, until Mr. Right happens. Don’t look for love dahling, let it find you.
I just want whoever’s reading this to know that like all my wonderful girl friends, you’ll find him. In fact he’ll come right to you. You just have to wait it out and have faith that God knows what’s best for you and inshAllah when it happens, it’ll be just that. The best thing that’s ever happened to you.
So I don’t know if ‘Khaled’ was the one (he probably wasn’t), but potential ‘the one,’ if you’re reading this, like Michael Buble, I want you to know, “I Just Haven’t Met You Yet.” But I know that when I do, I’ll be happy I did. And I’m sure you’ll be pretty happy too.