I love this parody…it’s just too funny!
I love this parody…it’s just too funny!
This post was going around facebook a couple of weeks ago.
It’s sweet really. I think older couples have a lot of wisdom to give but that isn’t what caught my eye. It was the comments following the post. Some were legitimate, like abuse but others were just excuses. We live in a different time, we don’t have the same ideals, we don’t have the same societal restrictions. I understand that everyone has their reasons for getting a divorce or staying together but relationships are hard work. Whether they are friendships, family or marriage. It takes time and effort to build these things and they shouldn’t be taken lightly.
It’s sometimes easier to just take the easy way out than try to work things out. Now, sometimes the easy way out is to stay together and just be unhappy. I have seen many couples fall into that trap but sometimes you just need a little hard work. Is there a universal answer as to how to make a marriage work? I don’t think so because every marriage is different. Can we gain insight from other people? Of course. Do I have all the answers? No, but I sure am learning.
What do you think?
I have heard this word a lot lately from various women I know. It seemed like a common thread among them. A sort of code for something bigger and scarier than they wanted to admit.
I dislike the word, no dislike is too nice. I despise the word. I feel like it’s a way to lower your value. Make it seem like what you are doing is okay because “Hey, I’m a coward”. I wonder where they got it from. Why do we just live our lives with this idea that being a coward is okay? Why do women feel like they can’t “handle” certain things or does it make them more appealing to men?
I get their fears, I really do but why do we let fears rule our lives? Why can’t we empower ourselves and not look for someone to empower us? Why do we raise our daughters to be self proclaimed “Cowards” instead of teaching them to be leaders, heros, and just strong women.
We need more strong women and not women who are comfortable with the label of “coward”.
Yet, I know many strong women and I’m proud to know them. I just wish there were more. History is full of amazing women, even Islamic history.
People out there, help our daughters, wives, sisters, friends and family members change the word coward to strong. Let’s see where that takes us.
I have been having a lot of conversations lately but not with people. Well, not with a person that is with us today. The person I have been talking to is my unborn child.
We have talked about love, life, why people act the way they do, family and why people call each other mean names and let me tell you, my child is smart. Or so I have decided in my head.
I can’t wait to meet this little person and I can’t wait to be a mom. I hope some of these conversations come to life in the future.
The countdown begins. Almost to the finish line.
Hurry up, little one. Hurry up.
It’s a story non-the-less but it isn’t your typical love story.
That is the line in my head. I don’t know why it is stuck there but it sure is. I have been reading a lot of entries on love InshAllah‘s website lately and I guess I just wanted to discuss it. Share with someone what I have read, learned and been enlightened by. This last post has caught my eye, my mind and my heart. It resonates with me on a very deep level. I felt what the writer felt and I shared her fears.
I know where she is coming from and I know where it ends. It makes me realize that this just doesn’t happen to me. Other people have been through this, feel this and understand this. This isn’t a story that is unique to me and my family but people across the world have experienced it.
And the amazing part is, we all have survived. We made it through and created our own stories, families and lives. It’s amazing how resilient a person can be.
Now, I know I’m using a title for a book but it’s fitting to describe the night I had.
I have been suffering from a stomach bug for the past day and night. I feel like a balloon with too much air in it that just needs to pop. (Yes, I realize that I am pregnant and I’m already ballooning out but this is worse!) I couldn’t stay in bed anymore so, I wondered into the living room to read, surf the net and moan in pain. In between bathroom breaks, my neighbors were also awake.
Except, they weren’t awake because they also had a stomach bug but because they decided that 5 am is the perfect time to argue. The woman was screaming at the top of her lungs about what this guy had done to her and he was calmly talking back to her. It went on for quite some time and then stopped. I had a couple of more bathroom breaks during this time only to come back to more shouting.
I wondered what I could do? Here I was, in pain. Trying to get through this night and they were also in pain. A different kind of pain. I wanted to say something, call the police, call someone but who? I feel so helpless in these situations. How do you offer someone in the middle of the night help without them lashing out at you.
So, I just listened. Took some more bathroom breaks and dealt with my own pain as best as I could. Sometimes, you just have to handle your own pain.
Can I call you Taxi driver? because I don’t know your name. There has been so many and honestly, why learn your name when our time together is so short. Why bother? All I want to do is get from point A to point B. No, I don’t want to hear about how you get ripped off by “Non-Jordanian Arabs”, how you think I should walk to my destination because it’s good to “exercise”, or how a short trip lasts 30 minutes when it should only take 10 minutes, or how you just can’t go there because it’s too “busy”.
Well, I have a news flash for you. I will no longer need your services. I got my own ride now and I don’t have to deal with your issues anymore. I can happily listen to whatever station I want. Sing at the top of my lungs. Talk on the phone without being eavesdropped on and not questioned about how I look “foreign”
It feels good to be free from your evil clutches. I’m ready for this new adventure.
So, take care or don’t. Just stay out of my way!