Last year at this very hour we had our honeymoon in the furthest east. And we honestly looked forward to another honeymoon at the same time this year.
And Allah the Almighty granted what we had wished for - i.e., more quality time together.
Now we both are alone together, at a hospital room in our hometown, waiting for the husband's surgery in a few minutes time.
It is a minor procedure, but it is also our first encounter. It feels strange. And I believe this makes us closer.
Who says we need a beach for a honeymoon. At least we've shared the single hospital bed for a couple of nights already.