The rules of my Father

The rules of my Father when a guy asked him and Mama to allow to date me... The guy was second year in college and me I was in the fourth year of high school and he was doing his research studies in the department of my father. So my TATA took this guy to a short meeting...

Rule NO. 1:

If you come by car to our home and  you start to honk, you better bring something with you ... anything. Because from here, sure you'll leave with nothing. 

Rule NO. 2: 

Do not touch my daughter in my presence. You can look in a shy way to her and quick, as long your eyes are not looking to anything below the neck. If you can not keep your eyes and hands away from my daughter, I will remove them from your body. 

Rule NO. 3:

I realize that is considered \ "cool \" for boys in your age to wear pants that fall wide on them. Please do not take as an insult, but you and your friends look like idiots dressed like this. However, I want to be open mind about this subject, so I propose you a compromise: you can come by the front door with your underwear able to be seen and your pants larger with 10 numbers, I will not object. However, to make sure that your clothes do not fall on you, I will connect your pants with an electrical cable around your waist.   

Rule NO. 4:

I'm sure you heard that these days unprotected sex, can kill you. Let me enter more in details and tell you that sex can kill with protection too. In this case, if it comes to sex, I'm the protection. 

Rule NO. 5:

It is understandable that to know each better, usually we could talk about sports, politics and other topics of the day. Please do not do it! The only information I need from you is an indication of the time you will bring back my daughter and the only word I need from you is \ "early \". 

Rule NO. 6:

I have no doubt that you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. It is OK for me if it is ok with my daughter too. On the other hand, once you date my little daughter, you will continue to date JUST her until she will be sick of you. If you make her cry, I'll make you cry too.   

Rule NO. 7:

While you stand in the hallway and expect my daughter to come, even if it take more than one hour, I don't want to see you bored or nervous. If you want to reach in time for the movie you should quit dating. My daughter needs time to makeup, a process that may take longer than painting a bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don' t you do something useful, like taking the garbage out?

Rule NO. 8:

The following places are not suitable for my daughter: Places where are beds, sofas or anything softer than a wooden chair. Places where parents are not present, police or any other authority figures. Dark Places. Places where people dance, people feel good and hold hands. Places where the temperature is high enough that it makes my daughter to wear shorts, short skirts, T- shirts or anything else than sweaters, blouses with long neck and pants. Films with romantic or sexual strong theme are forbidden. Films that present violence or where it appears at least a saw are ok. Football matches or hockey are ok. Our house is even better!

Rule NO. 9:

Do not lie to me. When it comes about my daughter, I'm all-knowing, the merciless god of the universe. If I ask where you go and with whom, you have only one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel and 24 acres of land in the country, which includes 3 acres of forest. Do not play with me!!!

Rule NO. 10:

Be afraid! Be very afraid!!! It's very easy for me to feel like the sound of your car's engine in the alley is the one of plain war. When this happens, the voices in my head tell me in an obsessive way to clean my guns while I wait you to bring my daughter at home. Once you get in front of the house, you get out of the car with both hands on your head. You say the password and announce that you brought my daughter at home safely and earlier than we discussed, then go back in the car and leave (there is no reason you enter the house). The figure camouflaged from the window is mine.

Of course after this "meeting", there was NO DATE :))))))))))))))))))). I found out after years that this guy married with a colleague of mine from high school and they have a daughter ^___^. Good for them and good for me too, because I was already promised by destiny to my Egyptian prince ^___^  ^____^.

Thank you to my TATA (my FATHER)

 

It’s not so common anymore to have a dad who’s really there and who is the provider for his family;  who comes home every night, whose predictability creates a sense of stability and security in his household.
Your routine may not seem valuable to you, but it’s worth a lot to me.
I’m thankful that I can depend on you! You always you - a real father, responsible, trustworthy, and a great role model.
I’ve learned a lot of good things from watching you.

Always There For Your Daughter  Every day the whole year through,
I feel grateful you are my father.
Some fathers don't have time for their kids,
But for you I'm never a bother.  You always make the effort to listen and share;
You're there whenever you're needed.
Because I know how much you care,
My problems are all defeated.  Dad, you are truly admired and adored,
And I hope you always know,
Your daughter's affection for you is strong,
And my love continues to grow.  Everything Dad  A little girl needs her daddy
To love her with manly charm,
To soothe her when she’s hurt,
And keep her safe from harm.  A girl needs her dad
To show her a man who’s good,
To help her make right choices,
As only a father could.  A woman needs her father
Just to be aware,
He’ll always be there for her
To sustain her and to care.  You’ve been all these things, Dad.
I hope that you can see
How much I treasure you;
You mean everything to me.  Life Lessons  You may have thought I didn't see,
Or that I hadn't heard,
Life lessons that you taught to me,
But I got every word.  Perhaps you thought I missed it all,
And that we'd grow apart,
But Dad, I picked up everything,
It's written on my heart.  Without you, Dad, I wouldn't be
The woman I am today;
You built a strong foundation
No one can take away.  I've grown up with your values,
And I'm very glad I did;
So here's to you, dear father,
From your forever grateful kid. 

"Habibi boy" type or "My Granny habebty" :)))))))))))))

When a man is old enough to do something wrong, he is old enough to do something right.

In the last years I heard about a lot of new cases of intimate destruction between old foreign women from USA, Europe, Asia, Australia and Arabian men. 

The number of women attempting to form, what they believe as a long term relationship, with men young enough to be their son or even grandson is increasing. 

The majority of these women are quite intelligent which makes their behavior more baffling, statistically more than 75% of these cross cultural relationships or pseudo marriages end in divorce or abandonment,

When a dark eyed 22 year old man holds you in his arms and whispers he wants to grow old with you, try to remember you are already approaching 45, 55, 65,  and that you are biologically, organically and every other ally one could describe, you are already old. Doesn’t take a genius to work out when you are 80 this guy will still be so young, you’ll be using him as a Zimmer frame.

It seems middle to old age foreign women are acquiring the label ‘sex tourist". Unlike most European or American and Asian holiday destinations, sex outside of marriage is not accepted in Arabic countries.
However in the side alleys and back rooms of certain Lawyers in the Arabian countries you will find the ‘live in sin license.’ The ‘Urfi’ is a piece of paper, a formal contract of intent to marry. It is being used by growing numbers of young Egyptian gigolos simply as a way of getting around religious strictures against having pre-marital sex.

For the older post menopausal, sexually active blinkered woman the Urfi is simply a piece of paper which allows her to bring her young gigolo into her home.

Most Arabian guys have a high sense of honour and behave in an appropriate way towards members of the opposite sex.

However tourist areas attract a certain type of predator, the ‘Habibi Boy’
The ‘Habibi Boy’ is only in love with money or the determination to get a visa to a destination where he is simple enough to believe the streets are paved with foreign gold.
Any elderly lady who is conned into thinking the ‘Habibi Boy’ is really in love with her needs her head tested.
Remove your clothes lady, stand in front of a full length mirror and tell me, does your body compare in any shape or form to a 25 year old woman?
Then ask yourself this question: “What normal young man would actually want to sleep with his Granny?

You might have gone to great lengths to explain to this ignorant juvenile the meaning of the female reproductive system, you no longer have the ability to provide him with offspring. You might even take the softly, softly approach because you are too embarrassed to say ‘my reproductive organs have shriveled up to the size of raisins.’
‘Habibi Boy’ will swear he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want children he only wants you. You are his life, his soul and two thousand other descriptions he can fabricate from the romantic songs of Amr Diab.

So an year down the road, why is it he disappears to his hometown or in the village he came out from after convincing you to invest in a little business, one which his brother can run for you both? The little business  usually involves Shaorma.

Your financial investment is used for a big slap-up village wedding with a young bride his family have chosen for him; nine months later he becomes a ‘daddy Habibi Boy.’ You are crushed, your whole world has fallen apart, you remind him of all the beautiful lies he has told you. He insists everything he said was true. He swears he didn’t want to marry the young, beautiful bride but his father insisted and he must obey his father.
He also tells you nothing will change and in his head he believes this. The only difficulty in this equation now is your funds are getting less and you will have two more members of a family you didn’t subscribe too.

Of course you do have a choice, accept the situation where your little love nest becomes the little half way house, or kick him out.

Unfortunately many women are accepting this situation for some unknown psychological reason known only to them.

Their lives are miserable, confused, always checking ‘Habibi Boy’s texts and Facebook page.
These women are under the illusion that the power exerted over them by these juvenile delinquents is because he loves them so much!
This isn’t love, this is ‘control’ you are his meal ticket or maybe his future status of emigrant relies solely upon you.

“I love you, I love you, I want to grow old with you, you are my sun, moon and stars!”  Think of how the two you would look walking arm in arm down the high street in Wigan? Think of the derision you would suffer from friends, family and strangers and get a grip.
Don’t anyone tell me ‘MMD.’ (My Mohammed is different)! If he is so different why do you carry your purse in a holster strapped under your arm?

He might look like Captain Charisma, but believe me under that handsome exterior is a Neo Fascist.
Once he has your money, bye bye love, once he has sped off with the car you just happened to put in his name because he conned you into believing it would be much easier to register. Once his name is on the deeds of your apartment he will disappear, you might even be lucky enough to get a text from him which says “Good bye you old bag,”

Delusions are sometimes romantically linked with adolescence, after that we stop trusting like a child and think like an adult.
Love and friendship is not painted in broad strokes.
Relationships are not time-shares, functioning is not enough, your happiness comes from within you, you don’t need anyone else to complete it.
There are many cross cultural marriages that work, however these unions did not meet in the artificial holiday environment of exotic Arabian resorts.

Before you dive into the murky waters of a relationship with a young ‘Habibi Boy’ look on the internet and see if his name has been put on one of the many Blacklists.

REMEMBER THESE WORDS:

The man who asks  a woman for money is not a man.