I’m a 25-year-old girl, and I’ve never really been in a relationship in my whole life. You could say I never considered myself pretty enough to be someone’s “ideal woman,” or maybe I was just never confident enough to let any guy enter my comfort zone—or whatever you want to call it. I just wasn’t comfortable with all of that.

Anyway, a few months ago I got in touch with a guy on Instagram. We started talking randomly, sharing our routines, sending reels, and so on. Things changed, and we both fell for each other. Actually, he was the one who confessed first, without even seeing me. But somehow I was scared of attachment. I told him everything—that I’m insecure about my looks, that I’ve been rejected countless times. I said all the worst things I could about myself just so that if he wanted to leave, he could. But he replied that it was okay, he understood everything and it was fine.

I showed him pictures of mine, but they were all filtered with a lot of makeup, because I really like makeup. I even asked him to meet me so he could see me properly and not later blame me for “cheating” or anything like that. But he took everything very lightly and said we should just go with the flow and things would eventually be fine.

After 3–4 months, one day I randomly asked him to meet. We met in a café for just 30 minutes. I came home and asked him how he found me, and he said he was satisfied.

After about two days, we were talking and, in a casual conversation, I said I wanted to get married this year. Suddenly he started arguing and told me, “I don’t like you. How could I marry you?”

Like WHAT THE F***, man. Not only that, he blamed me for playing with him and cheating on him. I told him I had already told him everything from the beginning, but no—he played the victim so much that I swear my future generations will remember it.

Anyway, I was completely sincere. It took me a long time to accept things because I thought, yes, maybe this is something different. But honestly, these days’ men… anyway, maybe it’s not even his fault, maybe it’s destiny.

I mean, why is my life so “happening”? I admit I live in fantasies, I read novels, but I didn’t know I was supposed to become the main character. Anyway, I did curse him at that time and now I feel sorry for it. I’m not like that—I don’t wish bad for anyone. I’m just venting here and sharing a bit of tea with you all.

Girls, be aware—there’s no guarantee with men. I still miss him, I still love him, and I’m trying to change myself. As for looks, well, they are what Allah has given.

Parizaad I guess, that’s just how it is .

Anyway, it’s Dhul Hijjah, and I pray that Allah gives everyone the best destiny  Ameen. Please give your advice. Thanks .

Solutions;

Maria Malik

Men are like this. They need an emotional cushion. He knew you were sincere and he was getting his needs fulfilled through you.

But when it came to marriage, he wanted a trophy wife whom he could show off to everyone, how beautiful she is.

Sana Khan

Just by reading this, it shows that your heart is pure and you have innocent wishes like every other girl does. My prayer in these blessed days is that Allah gives you a man who gives you respect, love, and care, and never makes you feel inferior in any way. Ameen. And accepting yourself as Allah has made you is not something everyone can do—it takes a lot of courage. Otherwise, people out of insecurity end up doing all sorts of things. And this is what truly makes you a beautiful girl.

Usman Khan

Sister, it’s a very good story, but most people turn out to be hurtful. Don’t trust anyone blindly. Whoever you are, and whatever you are like, make friendships with decent, family-oriented people. They will stand by you till the end.

The story is taken from DHA Ladies official group from Facebook and has more than 137k followers .

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