Love Across the Miles: Our First Test After Marriage

Love Across the Miles: Our First Test After Marriage

By Fazal Haq

My name is Fazal Haq. I’m 21 years old, currently pursuing my Bachelor's degree in Business Administration (BBA) in another city. A few months ago, I married the love of my life — Aysha. She is 19 years old, and from the moment I met her, I knew she was the one I wanted to spend my life with.

We didn’t have a long engagement or a grand wedding — just two hearts full of love, commitment, and dreams for the future. For six beautiful months after our marriage, we lived together, learning not just about married life but about each other in the smallest and most meaningful ways. We cooked meals together, shared quiet mornings, laughed at things only we understood, and made simple plans that felt like everything.

Those six months were more than just time — they were the foundation of our life together. I still remember the way she looked at me when I left for university. Her eyes were full of pride, but also tears she tried to hide. It was one of the hardest moments I’ve ever experienced — walking away from someone who means the world to you, knowing you have to, not because you want to, but because life demands it.

Now it’s been over three months since I moved to this new city for my studies, and every day has been a mix of purpose and pain. I'm here to build a future for us, to study and grow so that I can give her the life she deserves. But every day away from her feels like a test — not of love, but of strength, patience, and trust.

We talk every day, no matter how busy or tired we are. Sometimes we laugh and forget about the distance for a moment. Other times, we just listen to each other breathe — those quiet moments mean more than any words. Aysha tells me how much she misses me, how the house feels empty, how she wishes I was there beside her. And I tell her the same. Because I feel it too — the silence, the emptiness, the longing.

Being alone in a new city isn't just about missing her physically — it’s about the absence of her presence in the little moments. I miss waking up and seeing her face. I miss hearing her ask me if I’ve eaten. I miss the comfort of her sitting next to me, even in silence. There’s a loneliness that sits with you when the one you love is far away, and no call or message can fully erase it.

But even in this pain, something beautiful is growing — our love is becoming deeper, stronger, more unshakeable. We are learning that real love isn’t just about being together every day. It’s about remaining committed even when you’re miles apart. It’s about trusting one another, supporting each other’s goals, and knowing that this distance is temporary, but our bond is forever.

Aysha is home alone, handling everything with grace and patience. She never complains. She only encourages me to stay focused, to do well in my studies, and to keep going. And that’s what keeps me strong. Her love gives me energy. Her strength inspires me.

Sometimes, late at night, I look at our wedding photos and remind myself why I’m doing all this. I’m not just studying for myself — I’m doing it for us. For the family we’ll build. For the dreams we whispered to each other in the dark. For the promises we made beneath the stars.

I count the days until I can return to her. Until I can walk through the door and see her smile again. When that day comes, I know everything we went through — every tear, every lonely night, every phone call — will have been worth it. Because we will have made it through something many couples struggle with: distance.

This is our first real test as husband and wife. And even though we’re apart, we are passing this test together — one day at a time, one call at a time, one heartbeat at a time.