His home -- a drabble

He could keep looking at her all day.
She brightened up his life,cheered him up, bore his anger and still never failed to understand and love him.
She was the one who had faith in allah and their marriage, she was the one who had faith on him that he could love her, make this relationship work.
And wasn't it she who had still kept their family together even after all those hardships she took from the same family that treated her like a trash. She put him first before herself before her allah. She trusted him to save her from problems, to comfort her when sad and love her beyond all reasons.
And he did, that is love her beyond reasons. So much that sometimes he felt like he was suppressing her.
But then she would smile and his world would light up again. He got that comfort that she was indeed his.

Then as he looked downfrom his study at his wife playing with their 4 year old zohar in their garden, all the innocence in the world as if bestowed on them and he promised himself that he would do his best to keep that innocence till his last breath, an automatic smile appeared on his face. He was indeed home.

An automatic smile appeared on my face on reading this :))))

Beautiful writeup...👏