It was a gift to have you in my life..

My husband is an Engineer by
profession, I love him for his steady
nature, and I love the warm feeling
when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two
years into marriage, I would have to
admit, that I am getting tired of it.

The reasons of me loving him before,
has now transformed into the cause of
all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely
sensitive when it comes to a
relationship and my feelings, I yearn
for the romantic moments, like a little
girl yearning for candy.

My husband, is my complete opposite,
his lack of sensitivity, and the
inability of bringing romantic moments
into our marriage has disheartened me
about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him
my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired, there are no reasons for
everything in the world!"
I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems
to be in deep thought with a lighted
cigarette at all times.

My feeling of disappointment only
increased, here was a man who can't
even express his predicament, what else
can I hope from him?

And finally he asked me:
" What can I do to change your mind?"

Somebody said it right, it's hard to
change a person's personality, and I
guess, I have started losing faith in
him

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly
answered :

"Here is the question, if you can
answer and convince my heart, I will
change my mind, Let's say, I want a
flower located on the face of a
mountain cliff, and we both are sure
that picking the flower will cause your
death, will you do it for me?"

He said:" I will give you your answer
tomorrow..."

My hopes just sank by listening to his
response.

I woke up the next morning to find him
gone, and saw a piece of paper with his
scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk
glass, on the dining table near the
front door, that goes...

"My dear, I would not pick that flower
for you, but please allow me to explain
the reasons further.."

This first line was already breaking my
heart. I continued reading.

"When you use the computer you always
mess up the Software programs, and you
cry in front of the screen, I have to
saved my fingers so that I can help to
restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind,
thus I have to save my legs to rush
home to open the door for you.

You love travelling but always lose
your way in a new city, I have to save
my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever
your "good friend" approaches every
month, I have to save my palms so that
I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry
that you will be infected by infantile
autism.
I have to save my mouth to tell you
jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and
that will do nothing good for your
eyes, I have to save my eyes so that
when we grow old, I can help to clip
your nails, and help to remove those
annoying white hairs.

So I can also hold your hand while
strolling down the beach, as you enjoy
the sunshine and the beautiful sand and
tell you the colour of flowers, just
like the colour of the glow on your
young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that
there is someone who loves you more
than I do... I could not pick that
flower yet, and die.. "

My tears fell on the letter, and
blurred the ink of his handwriting...
and as I continue on reading...

"Now, that you have finished reading my
answer, if you are satisfied, please
open the front door for I am standing
outside bringing your favourite bread
and fresh milk..."

I rush to pull open the door, and saw
his anxious face, clutching tightly
with his hands, the milk bottle and
loaf of bread....

Now I am very sure that no one will
ever love me as much as he does, and I
have decided to leave the flower
alone...

That's life, and love.

When one is surrounded by love, the
feeling of excitement fades away, and
one tends to ignore the true love that
lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very
small and cheeky forms, it has never
been a model, it could be the most dull
and boring form...flowers, and romantic
moments are only used and appear on the
surface of the relationship.

Under all this, the pillar of true love
stands... and that's our life...
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i just called my parent and my brother and feeling a little homesick.Mak and abah seems really excited to go to Mekkah because for us it is once in lifetime chance and i really hope i can send them again to go there if i ever got any chance.Life is beautiful and i realised that i should be more thankfull to Allah by giving me such a circle of lovely and supportive family and friends.
Thanks Allah.....

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