Its My Life

Zakkiyyah Abdulla

The PrinCe of her Dreams
By www.footprintsfilmworks.com
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This is a story about love and what love means to you. Perhaps over time we learn from the challenges we come across but we should always remember that love is the greatest form of energy, motivation, inspiration and passion. My name is Zakkiyyah Abdulla and this is my true “love story.”
I am an 18yr old personality from the community of South Africa and I am in my initial stages of getting married to one of South Africa’s “Golden Boys” Omar Abdulla. I have written my name as Zakkiyyah Abdulla before we actually get married in October 2010.
We are so happy, we are so in love, we were “always” one and we were always in love. Omar was the type of guy that wanted one thing from a woman, whilst I am a woman who loves “one man, and only one man.”
My mother is divorced and she grew my sister and the rest of my family up. We had challenges growing up, but I am “Thankful” to the almighty for what he has blessed us with. My father was the type of gentleman that only wanted children as was never interested in my mother. My parents together are my greatest university because they have taught me the things that would be an asset to my life when I get married.
It was a candlelight dinner at around 11:35 pm, and Omar came to my house to tell me that he wants to get married to me.
My father is the anti-social person who believes that one needs to work hard to earn ones daily bread, whilst my mum believes that her “Imaan” will guide her through the tough times.
I am afraid of Omar because I have heard a lot of negative things about him, although I admire his style with me, his arrogance with me, his lust with me and his “personal touch” with me.
I know Omar loves it when I type his name because he is a media personality whilst I’m confused what I want. I am writing this letter on all websites and newspapers to try to get “Someone” who can guide me with my issues.
I always thought that one day I would go to university and study with all the “Hot Shots” but when Omar came along, I realized that he was the only guy for me.
I was introduced to Omar by my sister whom I do not want to mention. She always wanted it her way, or the highway, which I don’; t agree with.
I was only 16 when I met Omar, and at that time I was busy with matric and I was not interested in dating as I am a STRAIGHT A student. When I met with Omar, we use to talk and write “Love Letters” to each other, to bug each other and to poke fun at one another.
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When we met I was 16 and Omar was 25. I always like a guy slightly older than me so that he could guide me and be my best friend. We have been going out writing love letters to each and trying to understand one another’s love. I always fight with Omar because he tells me that he wants eight children, whilst I myself think that “eight is too much.”
When Omar and I met we had dreams that we could just be “friends” because I was never really interested in a guy who thought that he was the president of South Africa. I am more the type of girl that prefers “Only me”.
Well, it would be a long story to “hustle and bustle” in these pages but I am going to try. Omar, always taught me that “No man shall fail if he has the heart of a lion.” I guess that will stick through my dreams all day.
Since I am only 18 and most of the people who read this article are above 50, I think perhaps I have to be slow and talk of my grandparents.
My mum was divorced, my nanny got divorced. My fathers, father kicked him out when he was 18 to fend for himself. I have always been a “Shystar” with my friends and family. I guess when I was young, I was not aware of the power of promotion and words.
Perhaps I am “Omar’s Princess.”
Many people talk about having children, building dream homes, being the best or just being the biggest, but to me that means nothing. All I want is Omar, and I’m sure he will want more of me when we get married.
My family is from Lenasia, and my father thinks that he is the biggest cash and carry business because he is famous in the community. After my parents got divorced my mum went into her own world and lived off the hate off the divorce. I must admit that I always stick with my mum, because she stuck with her children. My father has invested in me more than a million rand in my education, and I am always grateful to him. The story begins where I seen Omar in a local film called “Footprints in Laudium.” When I watched it, I made fun of him and told him that he must speak louder on the microphone and he should “Muscle up.”
I never loved Omar, because Omar belonged to the world and I belonged to my family. My family did not like Omar because they felt that he was too “Memon” for me. Perhaps he is too “Memon” for me, perhaps not.
Omar proposed to me the other day and I thought about it for almost six months, today he has my answer. The answer is “Yes, Yes, Yes.”

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When I was thinking about Omar through the six months I told him that he should not call me, not sms me, not email me and not even dream about me. I know Omar, loved me because he had a “Magical Touch.”
People talk about recipes to “fall in love”, yet I never planned to fall in love. It was just something that happened at that moment. I know Omar loves a woman with purity and a clean heart, but I never knew that he loved his woman the way he loved me.
I support his business Footprints Filmworks because I know when I don’t watch him he is doing something that I don’t like. I will always support my husband till the day I die, and that is my promise to the readers of this message. Omar, does not know I am writing this letter to him, because he is waiting for my answer If ill marry him.
He writes articles about “Champ of the month” and “The Presidential Box” but never does he ever mention or write my name. Well, just for today I can copy him and write my name in print.
“Zakkiyyah, you are my world, my greatest desire, my sugarplum, my honey, my sweetness” these are the emails and messages I receive from him.
Yet for the last six months I ignored these messages because I wanted to test if he loves me or “The illusion” of me. Perhaps he loves me because I’m young and I have the body for those eight children.
In our three years of dating we went out, we seen the greatest pyramids, we learnt skills from each other and we learnt to live with each other. I have always been a passive lover and Omar brings out the lust in my sexuality. I have made thousands of posts on their websites, but never did Omar send my articles via email, website, newspaper and what they call “Footprints Chrome.”
I don’t mean to compare Omar to other men but I always tell him that he should follow Yusuf Abramjee, Nazeer Noormohamed, Zunaid Moti and his own father Akber Abdulla. This is to keep my future husband “well oiled” for the future.
He always talks about distribution and shares, yet I know that I am his biggest shareholder in his business. When his distribution dropped, I was there all along “cheerleading” him to win, win, win, and win.
When I watched the film “The PrinCe of her Dreams” with some Zakkiyyah Adamjee , I burnt because Omar, really had fans, and I thought that I am his greatest fan, but he never said it to me directly.
I am writing this letter to try to “bridge a gap” between my family, my friends, my foes and my husband. I do not have any children as yet, but that has always been my dream. When I get married I do not want to work because I will support my favorite business Footprints Filmworks.
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So, in the final page of this four page letter I would like to thank everyone for their support including my family and friends. I am young, immature, dumb and as Omar call’s me “Classic Clown.”
I must admit that I have no direction with my life and my current love life. I have never had a boyfriend or someone who I can call “Mine.” As I have said earlier, I do not know anything about shares, but I do know that I will support Omar, 200% because I have seen his true mind and heart.
I can write 1000’s of pages about Omar, but this letter has already served its purpose. You wanted your answer Omar, know you have to lead the way. I am yours- truly, madly, and deeply.
I do not want to talk about the history between us, because you have the history. When you talk about Barack Obama, Sakeena Joosub, Lara Dutta, Aishwarya Rai, Omar Abdulla, Prophet Muhammed (S.A.W), L.Ron Hubbard and Shar Rukh Khan, I laugh because I know what those names mean to me.
Perhaps my dreams for an 18yr old are short sighted, perhaps too long sighted, but perhaps I could win the “Footprints, Personality of the year 2009.”
Thank You Omar, and I will always love you more than any woman in this world.
I Promise
****I Love You***