02/05/2026
Delayed Not Denied!!
TRUE LIFE STORY!!!
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Dear sisters, I got married when I was 20 years old, and my husband was five years older than me. He was truly the ideal husband kind, gentle, loving, and very good to me. He loved me deeply, and I loved him even more. He taught me many things I didn’t know about life.
In the first, second, and third months of our marriage, there were no signs of pregnancy. My husband loved children so much and was always excited about the idea of having them. Every time my period came, he would comfort me and say, ‘It’s okay… next month, In sha Allah.’
Months passed, eight months into the marriage and still nothing. We went to the hospital together. After examining me, the doctor said I had weak ovulation. At that time, I didn’t even understand much what ovulation or eggs meant . She gave me medications and suppositories, and I waited, hoping for relief from Allah.
A year passed… then two… three… four… five… I went to every doctor and even traditional healers, but there was no result. Years continued to pass. I remained without children, without that joy I had dreamed of.
We lived far from my family, and although my husband’s family was around, I still felt alone. We had tenants living in our building with four children. I would hear their laughter, their crying, their play… and I would wait for them to come to me so I could play with them and feel some happiness.
At 45 years old, after 25 years of marriage, I was nearing menopause. People began hinting to my husband that if I were going to get pregnant, it would have already happened. Around that time, I developed diabetes as well.
One summer, my husband traveled to his hometown. He told me he would return after a week. I waited… one week passed, then another, then two and a half weeks,and he didn’t return. Then suddenly, he came back… as a groom.
Yes, ladies, a groom!!!!
His family had married him off to a 26-year-old girl.
I was shocked when he mentioned it to me. At first, I thought he was joking. I even congratulated him, thinking it was impossible that he would do this to me. He had always told me I was enough for him, that he didn’t want children, and that I was his whole world. I believed him.
But he was serious. He told me his father didn’t allow him to tell me beforehand because I would have refused. I broke down completely. I cried and cried. I asked him, ‘Why was I the last to know? Why was I not informed ?
He said no woman would accept such a thing.
He tried to calm me down and suggested dividing the days, one day for me, one for her. But my heart was shattered.
Two months later, his second wife became pregnant. People came to congratulate him. He was overjoyed,talking about the baby constantly, saying how good she was and how happy he was. My heart felt like it was being torn apart.
He eventually moved her into the upper floor of our house. He spent most of his time with her and the child after his birth. As for me ,I had never set my eyes on him then,not out of hatred, but because I didn’t want my heart to become attached and break even more.
One day, when the child was about seven months old, my husband brought him to me. The baby cried when he saw me, and I cried too. I tried to hold him, but he rejected me. That moment broke me completely,and I asked him to return him to his mom lest she think I am harming him in anyway.
Later, she became pregnant again after 9 months. At that point, I felt I had no place left in his life. After everything, after 26 years of marriage, I decided I could no longer continue. I asked for divorce. He refused at first, but eventually, we separated, and I returned to my father's home.
I stayed with my mother for only seven months before she passed away. May Allah have mercy on her. After her death, I felt completely alone,no parents, no husband, no children. I continued living in my father's house with some of my siblings .
After about a year, a 64-year-old widower proposed to me. His children were grown and married. He just wanted companionship ,someone to support him in life. I hesitated, and even my siblings discouraged me, saying I would become a widow soon if he dies. But I prayed istikharah and accepted. I told myself I would earn reward through my care for him inshaAllah.
My health on the other side wasn’t perfect,I had diabetes, and my menstrual cycle was very irregular. Sometimes months would pass without it. I thought I was entering menopause.
Then one day, I began feeling strange symptoms,pain in my lower abdomen, chest discomfort, heat, loss of appetite. I feared I had a serious illness. After weeks of hesitation, I finally went to the hospital.
The doctor examined me, asked about my history, and ordered tests. Which I conducted at the hospital lab and waited for the result.
An hour later, my husband called me into the doctor’s office, smiling. The doctor said, ‘Congratulations… you are pregnant.
I was in complete shock. At 47 years old… after decades of waiting… after losing hope… Allah granted me what I had longed for my entire life.
I cried and cried. I couldn’t even stand. They had to monitor me closely because of my diabetes and give me insulin. Two weeks later, I heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time.I felt like I could fly from joy.
I waited until the fourth month to tell my family. Many people didn’t even believe it. But as the months passed, I began to feel the baby move,like gentle flutters at first, then stronger movements. I would sit and watch my stomach in amazement.
For the first time in my life, I experienced what other women feel. I began preparing for the baby ,buying clothes from stores I used to avoid entering because they broke my heart.
In my ninth month, the doctors decided on a C-section because of my condition. A month before Ramadan, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. I named him Sultan.
After 28 years of patience… Allah finally blessed me.
I share my story dear sisters to tell you: never lose hope in Allah’s mercy. No matter what doctors say. Weak ovulation, blocked tubes,Polycystic o***y, age factor ,etc......nothing can stop what Allah has written.
If something is meant for you, it will come even after a lifetime of waiting.
May Allah protect my son and bless every beautiful woman trying to conceive.
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✍🏽Translation
Omm Maher
