Before I ask you
something that will change my life forever…
I need to know every little detail about my Ghazali, my Kholoud, before I put my entire heart and my surname into your hands.
Getting to know my favourite human (Kbida Dyali)
Take your time, Kholoud. Answer honestly. Whatever you write down here will be used by me to plan surprise dates, order your comfort food, learn how to pour your Moroccan tea with proper foam, and cherish you forever.
KHOLOUD, WE HAVE AN EXCLUSIVE VACANCY.
And before you ask… yes, I am talking about the permanent partner and future wife position.
Job Description:
- •Listen to me pour my heart out and tell you about my entire day.
- •Receive an unreasonable, overflowing quantity of daily adoration and respect.
- •Watch me learn how to pour Moroccan Atay from high up with the perfect rghawe just for you.
- •Eat hot slow-cooked Tagine and fresh Bastilla dusted with cinnamon together on cozy evenings.
- •Deal with a man who starts missing you approximately four minutes after you say goodbye.
- •Allow me to protect your peace, wipe your tears, and be the sanctuary you never have to hide from.
Required Skills & Qualifications:
A small truth before you make your choice, Kholoud…
I should probably warn you that I am deeply, unapologetically attached to you.
I love giving you attention, and truth be told, I crave your attention just as much.
I will be the person who wants to know how your day went, if you had your breakfast, whether you got home safe, what thoughts are swimming in your head, and why your voice suddenly went gentle and quiet.
Not because I ever want to crowd you, but because your peace, your safety, and your heart are the most precious things in my world.
I cannot stand seeing you sad. When you have a heavy day, I will move mountains, pour you warm tea, sit quietly beside you, and wrap you in love until the heaviness leaves your chest.
I want to celebrate your tiniest victories with you. I want to learn the Moroccan heritage you carry with such grace—the smell of orange blossom water (Zhar), the warmth of family, the cadence of Darija when you whisper softly.
I cannot promise that life will always be easy or without storms. But I can promise you with every breath in my body that you will never face any storm alone again.
So, Kholoud…
Would you be my partner in this life? (شريكة دربي)
I don't mean just a simple label.
I mean my person. My home. My safe harbor.
The one whose hand I reach for first, the one whose happiness is my priority.
The one I want beside me through every high and every valley.
(That button refuses to let you break my heart...)
And having taken that step…
Then let me ask you this directly:
Would you officially be my girlfriend?
I don't want something shallow or fragile.
I want something sacred, true, and deeply passionate.
I want the laughter till our ribs ache, sharing piping hot cups of mint tea, the late-night talks where hours vanish, and the silent understanding where we just look at each other and know.
I want the hugs that last way too long, the soft goodnight messages, and knowing you belong to me as I belong completely to you.
A small confession about my chemistry with you…
I will want to pull you close every chance I get. I'll hold your hand like it's second nature. I'll steal hugs while you're cooking or getting ready, kiss your forehead whenever you're in thought, and whisper silly things in your ear just to see your blush.
I will probably lose my train of thought mid-sentence because you look too radiant. I want all of those electric butterflies, the magnetic late nights, and the quiet closeness where words become completely unnecessary.
What comes with the partner & lover package:
- • Endless, dedicated adoration
- • Warm cups of Atay bi na'na'
- • Someone who always asks if you ate
- • Remembering every tiny Moroccan craving
- • Listens to every thought and story
- • Standing firmly by you through challenges
- • Celebrating your every milestone
- • Making you smile on your hardest days
- • Randomly reminding you how gorgeous you are
- • Learning Moroccan Darija just to whisper to you
- • Will definitely steal bites of your food
- • Always asking for one more tight hug
If I commit to you, then you will have to see me and tolerate me for the rest of your life — because I will never break up and I will never divorce. We can fight, but every time after a fight we will sort it out, and our love will only grow stronger from there.
So, Kholoud… will you be my girlfriend?
(Are you sure, Kholoud?)
Kholoud, will you marry me and be my wife?
هل تقبلين أن تكوني زوجتي، وأم أطفالي، وسيدة قلبي وبيتي؟
I am not here for something temporary or passing. I have never been more certain of anything in my existence. I am fully, unconditionally committed to you.
I want to give you my surname. I want our names bound together for all of our days.
I want to build a real home with you—a sanctuary filled with the scent of orange blossoms, laughter in the morning, slow Moroccan tea in the afternoons, and the deepest peace at night.
I want to spend every single tomorrow protecting you, honoring your dreams, wiping your tears, and loving you as my cherished wife.
I want us to grow old together, reminiscing on our youth, knowing that choosing you was the greatest decision I ever made.
Will you honor me with your hand, Kholoud?
(Are you sure, Kholoud?)
Kholoud, this is where my heart speaks without filters.
I don't know exactly what the future holds across the years. But I know with absolute certainty that I want you by my side for every chapter of it.
I don't need a fairy tale. I just want what is real: our real love, our honesty, our quiet mornings and late-night laughter.
I want to be your sanctuary when the world feels too noisy. I want to celebrate every win with you, and shoulder every burden with you.
I want to know every memory that shaped your soul, every Moroccan recipe you cherish, and every unspoken thought behind your smile.
And most importantly, Kholoud: You never have to put on a mask with me. You can be fully, freely yourself. In every mood, on every day.
And in every lifetime, I will still choose you. Always you.
So, Kholoud… would you let me be your forever person?
PROPOSAL ACCEPTED: KHOLOUD SAID YES!
The future Mrs. has officially claimed the vacant throne in my heart.
Welcome Home, Kholoud.
I promise to protect your peace with my life.
To love you irresponsibly and honor you every single day.
And pour your Atay bi na'na' with all the love in the universe.
Now come here, Kbida dyali. I owe you the tightest hug in the world.