Rojeen and Hamza

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How We Met

“It was just another day. Same routine. I was forced out of bed by my annoying alarm clock after pressing snooze a million times. I brushed my teeth, showered, and fixed my hair. I made my egg whites and toast and was out the door. Work was the same. Things don’t change much in lab environments. But I didn’t take a lunch break that day. I worked through it instead, which allowed me to leave work earlier than usual. I always went to the gym at 6 PM so I usually saw the same crowd. But on this day, I got to the YMCA at 3:30 PM. I walked downstairs to the weight room and was excited that it wasn’t as packed per usual. That’s when I saw her. She was standing next to the mirror doing some kind of exercise. I can’t explain it, but I was instantly drawn to her. There was just something different about her. I finished my workout and looked for her afterwards, but she had already left. I went home that day with a lot of regret. I kept thinking to myself, “I should have spoken to her” and “what if I never see her again?” The next day I skipped lunch and left work early again. I went to the gym at 3:30 PM, but she wasn’t there. I was very disappointed. The next day, I did the same thing as the previous two. Twenty minutes into my workout routine, she walked in! We locked eyes and smiled. I called my best friend who encouraged me to ask her out, but I didn’t want to be that creepy guy at the gym. I knew I had to make an exception. The next morning I jumped out of bed before my alarm went off. Just the possibility of seeing her again made me excited. I packed a lunch, went to work, and was at the gym at 3:30 on the dot. She was too. We exchanged our awkward stare and smile routine and then I pretended to work out for 20 minutes while contemplating how to approach her. “Hey, how are you?” No, that’s stupid. “Hey girl, what’s going on”? Okay, that’s not me. “Hello.” Really, Hello..??? Finally, I marched up to her and said, “Hey my name is Hamza, what’s yours?” (Really?? Okay, I guess I’m going with it.) It was all a blur after that, but I left with a name and phone number. I spent hours planning our first date until I came up with a night that I thought was worthy of Rojeen.”

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how they asked

It was a typical Saturday for us. Little did I know, he made sure nothing was out of the ordinary. It was a pretty day, so we decided to go for a ride. Hamza came to pick me up, and we drove to Chickasaw Trace trails for our usual weekend bike ride. We jammed on the way, rode for a couple of hours, and came back home. As he dropped me off at my house, he reminded me that it was the evening of his high school reunion and asked if I wanted to go. After riding for a couple of hours, I was pretty beat. So, he said he would call me and we could decide later.

A couple of hours later, he convinced me that we should go. “What do I wear? Do I have to put heels on tonight?,” I thought. “Yes, I should.” So, I got dressed and he picked me up. As we headed out of my neighborhood, he noticed that he “forgot his wallet.” So, we headed towards his home to pick it up. At the next stop light, he noticed the wallet under his seat. “Oh, here it is,” he said. I didn’t think anything of it. So, we turned into this subdivision so that we could turn back around and head to the reunion.

As he drove into the subdivision, I noticed this beautiful, lit up gazebo. He parked the car and looked at me and smiled. He got out, opened my car door, grabbed my hand, and we walked. We followed a path of roses between a trail of luminary bags.

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Pictures of us in frames sat along the rails that led into the gazebo. I spotted a chalkboard filled with our special dates, more roses, and cupcakes. I was speechless. I felt him watching me as I took everything in. Then, he turned to me and said “You must be hungry. Have a cupcake.” When I turned from him to open the box, I noticed they were the “I do” cupcakes from Ivey Cake. I knew it. As I turned back around to look at him, there he was… on his knee. He expressed his love to me and asked me to marry him. Was this really happening? The love of my life just asked me to be his wife. Tears fell from my eyes as I shouted, “of course!”

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