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 ^___^  ^____^.

To be a WOMAN

This article is dedicated to two great women from my life: my MAMA from Romania (I LOVE HER MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD and SHE will always have the special place in my heart) and MAMA from Egypt (I LOVE HER VERY MUCH and SHE is My second MAMA).

When Allah/ God created woman He was working late on the 6th day.

An angel came by and said: “Why spend so much time on that one?” And the Lord answered:“Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her ?"

“She must be washable, but not made of plastic, have more than 200 moving parts which all must be replaceable and she must function on all kinds of food, she must be able to embrace several kids at the same time, give a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart and she must do all this with only two hands”. 

The angel was impressed. “Just two hands....impossible!“ And this is the standard model?! “Too much work for one day....wait until tomorrow and then complete her“.  

“I will not”, said the Lord. “I am so close to complete this creation, which will be the favorite of my heart”. “She cures herself when sick and she can work 18 hours a day”.

The angel came nearer and touched the woman. 

“But you have made her so soft, Lord” “She is soft", said the Lord, “But I have also made her strong. You can’t imagine what she can endure and overcome.“ “Can she think?" the angel asked.  The Lord answered: “Not only can she think, she can reason and negotiate." 

 

The angel touched the woman's cheek.... “Lord, it seems this creation is leaking! You have put too many burdens on her.”  “She is not leaking....it’s a tear” the lord corrected the angel “What’s it for?" asked the angel. 

 

And the Lord said: “Tears are her way of expressing grief, her doubts, her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride.” This made a big impression on the angel; “Lord, you are genius. You thought of everything. The woman is indeed marvelous!

Indeed she is! Woman has strengths that amazes man. She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens. She holds happiness, love and opinions. She smiles when feeling like screaming. She sings when she feels like crying, cries when she is happy and laughs when she is afraid. 

 

 

She fights for what she believes in. Stand up against injustice. She doesn’t take “no” for an answer, when she can see a better solution. She gives herself so her family can thrive. She takes her friend to the doctor if she is afraid. Her love is unconditional.

She cries when her kids are victorious. She is happy when her friends do well. She is glad when she hears of a birth or a wedding. 

Her heart is broken when a next of kin or friend dies. But she finds the strength to get on with life. She knows that a kiss and a hug can heal a broken heart.  

There is only one thing wrong with her. 

She forgets what she is worth..

If my life would end tomorrow... and if I knew this today...

If for a moment, Allah/God would forget that I am just a rag doll and HE would give me as a gift a piece of life, I would take advantage of it as much as possible I could.

Probably I would not say what I think, but certainly I would think before I say something. I would give value to things, not for what its represent, but rather for what it means.

Maybe I would get just some sleep, sure I would dream more, knowing that for every minute we close our eyes, we lose sixty seconds of light. I go where others stop, I would wake when others sleep. 

If God would give me just a few more days to live, I would dress with simplicity, I'd long with my belly on the ground, sticking with my body and soul of the earth. I would show people how much they are wrong thinking that they cease to love when they get older, without knowing that when they cease to love, actually they are getting older.

To a child I would give him wings, but I let him learn to fly alone. The old ones I would teach them that death comes not with old age, but rather with the forgetting.

I live between people and I learn everyday... I wish I could have time to learn more... I wish I did this before when time for me seemed to be an endless space.

I learned that a person has no right to look with superiority to another one, except when this person is helping the other to raise up.

Say always what you feel and do what you think!

For my beloved husband

If I knew that today is the last time I see you falling asleep, I would hug you strongly in my arms and I would ask Allah to watch over your soul!

If I know that these are the last minutes I see you, I would tell you I LOVE YOU and I ignore it, ashamed, the fact that you already know it.

There is always a 'tomorrow' and life gives us another opportunity to do things right, but if I am wrong and this is the last day we have left, I would like to tell you how much I LOVE YOU and I'll never forget you!

  

Tomorrow is not guaranteed to anyone, young or old. Today could be the last time you see your loved ones. Do not wait, act now, because it is possible that "tomorrow" never comes and surely you will regret the day that you have not made time for a smile, a hug, a kiss and you was too busy to address your loved ones one last wish.

Keep in touch with those you love, whisper to their ear that you need them, love them and care for them, take time to tell them 'I understand you', 'forgive me ',' please ',' thank you 'and all other words of love that you know.

Nobody will remember you for your secret thoughts. Ask Allah for strength and wisdom to express what you think.

Prove your friends and your beloved ones how much they mean for you!

 With love for my husband,

With friendship for my friends,

Kadreyah

 

10 Days of LOVE

Love is like a campfire: It may be sparked quickly, and at first the kindling throws out a lot of heat, but it burns out quickly. For long lasting, steady warmth (with delightful bursts of intense heat from time to time), you must carefully tend the fire.

Love is more than just a feeling: it's a process requiring continual attention. Loving well takes laughter, loyalty, and wanting more to be able to say, "I understand" than to hear, "You're right.

 

Feel your heart free to share the love inside and let the ones you care about them to know this! Share your feelings for the ones that live in your heart: Allah/God, your husband/ wife, your fiance/ fiancee, your children, your parents, your brothers and sisters, your friends.

Leave your love comments for your heart owners!

In the end, I dedicate to my Husband, our families and friends, as to all the blog readers the next song: