Friday 31 January 2014
60 years Old love letter (love story)
As I walked home one very cold day, I came on a wallet somebody had
lost in the road. I picked it up and viewed inside to find some I’d. so I
could call the owner. But the wallet included only three dollars and a
crumpled letter that seemed as if it had been in there for years.
The package was worn and the only thing that was readable on it was the come back address. I began to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline–1924. The letter had been written nearly 60 years ago.
It was composed in a wonderful feminine handwriting on powdered blue stationary with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a “Dear John” letter that told the receiver, whose name showed up to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any longer because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him.
It was signed, Hannah.
It was a wonderful letter, but there was no way apart from for the name Michael, that the owner could be recognized. Maybe if I called details, the operator could fi
nd a phone record for the address on the envelope.
“Operator,” I began, “this is an uncommon request. I’m trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there in any case you can tell me if there is a phone number for an deal with that was on an envelope in the wallet?”
She recommended I speak with her owner, who hesitated for a moment then said, “Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can’t give you the number.” She said, as a politeness, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they desired her to connect me.
I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. “I have a party who will speak with you.”
I requested the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, “Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a girl named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!”
“Would you know where that family could be located now?” I asked.
“I keep in mind that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago,” the woman said. “Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to monitor down the daughter.”
She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they believed the daughter might be living.
I thanked them and contacted. The woman who responded to explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.
This whole thing was ridiculous, I thought to myself. Why was I creating such a big deal over discovering the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?
However, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was expected to be living and the man who responded to the phone told me, “Yes, Hannah is staying with us.”
Even although it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. “Well,” he said hesitatingly, “if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room viewing television.”
I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard welcomed me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse presented me to Hannah.
She was a lovely, silver-haired old-timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about discovering the wallet and showed her the letter. The 2nd she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, “Young man, this letter was the last get in touch with I ever had with Michael.”
She seemed away for a moment deep in thought and then said softly, “I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so good looking. He seemed like Sean Connery, the actor.”
“Yes,” she ongoing. “Michael Goldstein was an amazing person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And,” she hesitated for a moment, almost biting down hard her lip, “tell him I still love him. You know,” she said happy as tears began to well up in her eyes, “I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael…”
I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the lift to the first floor and as I was standing by the door, the guard there asked, “Was the old lady able to help you?”
I told him she had given me a lead. “At minimum I have a last name. But I think I’ll let it go for a while. I spent nearly the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet.”
I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, “Hey, wait a minute! That’s Mr. Goldstein’s wallet. I’d know it anyplace with that bright red lacing. He’s always dropping that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times.” “Who’s Mr. Goldstein?” I asked as my hand began to shake.
“He’s one of the old-timers on the 8th floor. That’s Mike Goldstein’s wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks.” I thanked the guard and swiftly ran back to the nurse’s office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the lift and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, “I think he’s continuing to in the day room. He loves to read at night. He’s a beloved old man.”
We went to the only room that had any lighting on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein seemed up with shock, put his hand in his back pocket and said, “Oh, it is losing!”
“This kind gentleman found a wallet and we considered if it could be yours?”
I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, “Yes, that’s it! It must have slipped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward.”
“No, thank you,” I said. “But I have to tell you one thing. I read the letter in the hope of discovering out who owned the wallet.”
The smile on his face instantly disappeared. “You read that letter?”
“Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is.”
He instantly grew pale. “Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me,” he pleaded.
“She’s fine…just as fairly as when you knew her.” I said softly.
The old man smiled with expectancy and asked, “Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her the next day.” He got my hand and said, “You know something, Mister? I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life basically ended. I never wedded. I guess I’ve always loved her.”
“Mr. Goldstein,” I said, “Come with me.”
We took the lift down to the third floor. The halls were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her.
“Hannah,” she said softly, directing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. “Do you know this man?”
She fine-tuned her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn’t say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, “Hannah, its Michael. Do you remember me?”
She gasped, “Michael! I don’t believe it! Michael! It’s you! My Michael!” He walked gradually towards her and they appreciated. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces.
“See,” I said. “See how the Good Lord works! If it’s meant to be, it will be.”
About three weeks later I got a call at my workplace from the nursing home. “Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!”
It was a wonderful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the party. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man.
The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom performing like two teenagers, you had to see this couple....for more click here..
The package was worn and the only thing that was readable on it was the come back address. I began to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline–1924. The letter had been written nearly 60 years ago.
It was composed in a wonderful feminine handwriting on powdered blue stationary with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a “Dear John” letter that told the receiver, whose name showed up to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any longer because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him.
It was signed, Hannah.
It was a wonderful letter, but there was no way apart from for the name Michael, that the owner could be recognized. Maybe if I called details, the operator could fi
nd a phone record for the address on the envelope.“Operator,” I began, “this is an uncommon request. I’m trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there in any case you can tell me if there is a phone number for an deal with that was on an envelope in the wallet?”
She recommended I speak with her owner, who hesitated for a moment then said, “Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can’t give you the number.” She said, as a politeness, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they desired her to connect me.
I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. “I have a party who will speak with you.”
I requested the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, “Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a girl named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!”
“Would you know where that family could be located now?” I asked.
“I keep in mind that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago,” the woman said. “Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to monitor down the daughter.”
She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they believed the daughter might be living.
I thanked them and contacted. The woman who responded to explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.
This whole thing was ridiculous, I thought to myself. Why was I creating such a big deal over discovering the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?
However, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was expected to be living and the man who responded to the phone told me, “Yes, Hannah is staying with us.”
Even although it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. “Well,” he said hesitatingly, “if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room viewing television.”
I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard welcomed me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse presented me to Hannah.
She was a lovely, silver-haired old-timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about discovering the wallet and showed her the letter. The 2nd she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, “Young man, this letter was the last get in touch with I ever had with Michael.”
She seemed away for a moment deep in thought and then said softly, “I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so good looking. He seemed like Sean Connery, the actor.”
“Yes,” she ongoing. “Michael Goldstein was an amazing person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And,” she hesitated for a moment, almost biting down hard her lip, “tell him I still love him. You know,” she said happy as tears began to well up in her eyes, “I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael…”
I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the lift to the first floor and as I was standing by the door, the guard there asked, “Was the old lady able to help you?”
I told him she had given me a lead. “At minimum I have a last name. But I think I’ll let it go for a while. I spent nearly the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet.”
I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, “Hey, wait a minute! That’s Mr. Goldstein’s wallet. I’d know it anyplace with that bright red lacing. He’s always dropping that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times.” “Who’s Mr. Goldstein?” I asked as my hand began to shake.
“He’s one of the old-timers on the 8th floor. That’s Mike Goldstein’s wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks.” I thanked the guard and swiftly ran back to the nurse’s office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the lift and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, “I think he’s continuing to in the day room. He loves to read at night. He’s a beloved old man.”
We went to the only room that had any lighting on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein seemed up with shock, put his hand in his back pocket and said, “Oh, it is losing!”
“This kind gentleman found a wallet and we considered if it could be yours?”
I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, “Yes, that’s it! It must have slipped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward.”
“No, thank you,” I said. “But I have to tell you one thing. I read the letter in the hope of discovering out who owned the wallet.”
The smile on his face instantly disappeared. “You read that letter?”
“Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is.”
He instantly grew pale. “Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me,” he pleaded.
“She’s fine…just as fairly as when you knew her.” I said softly.
The old man smiled with expectancy and asked, “Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her the next day.” He got my hand and said, “You know something, Mister? I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life basically ended. I never wedded. I guess I’ve always loved her.”
“Mr. Goldstein,” I said, “Come with me.”
We took the lift down to the third floor. The halls were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her.
“Hannah,” she said softly, directing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. “Do you know this man?”
She fine-tuned her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn’t say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, “Hannah, its Michael. Do you remember me?”
She gasped, “Michael! I don’t believe it! Michael! It’s you! My Michael!” He walked gradually towards her and they appreciated. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces.
“See,” I said. “See how the Good Lord works! If it’s meant to be, it will be.”
About three weeks later I got a call at my workplace from the nursing home. “Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!”
It was a wonderful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the party. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man.
The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom performing like two teenagers, you had to see this couple....for more click here..
My mom with one eye- Heart touching story
My mom only had one eye. I disliked her… She was such an unpleasantness. She prepared for students and teachers to assist the family.
There was this one day during primary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so ashamed.
How could she do this to me? I overlooked her, tossed her a hateful look and ran out. The up coming day at school one of my classmates said, “EEEE, your mom only has one eye!”
I wanted to hide myself. I also desired my mom to just go away. I confronted her that day and said, “If you’re only going to make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?”
My mom did not react… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, simply because I was full of anger. I was unaware to her emotions.
I wanted out of that house, and have practically nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.
Then, I got married. I purchased a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grand kids.
When she was standing by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!”
And to this, my mom quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address.” – And she gone away out of sight.
One day, a letter about a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a company trip. After the gathering, I went to the old shack just out of desire.
My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.
“My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.
I was so glad when I heard you were arriving for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.
You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.
With all my love to you,
Your mother.”
After that moment i always miss my mom.
Love u so much mom…..For more click here
Tuesday 28 January 2014
Move Ahead in Love: Venus Lead in Capricorn
Now that we’ve all had an chance to knowledge the darker sides of Venus — love and relationships – over the past month, we’re ready to move forward — armed and awake — on January 31. Venus Retrograde in Capricorn in the first month of 2014 was no doubt a tough reunion with shadows, jealousies, power plays, worries and toxic patterns. As Venus goes direct on January 31, the question is how do we want to move forward with new attention? How do we bring more reliability into our relationships? It’s time to pave new ground with enough self-love to sustain us through any future storms.
Whether you’re in a new relationship, directing an existing one or preparing for your next duo, this is the time to get clear about what you are saying yes and no to when it comes to integrating. What are the rules, deal breakers and vital limits you need to make your relationships solid? Two of the important parts to a stable, high-road relationship are tolerance and absolution. The question to ask now that Venus is direct is: is your love strong enough? How much are you willing to undergo and work on in order to bring the darkness to light in your intimate activities?
Capricorn signifies the hard work necessary to build something lasting. As long as we value the relationship, we will put in the effort required to overcome all the hurdles and challenges that certainly arise in the merger of two individual celebrities. If we don’t see the value in the long-term potential, chances are we will cut our losses and save our special time and energy for someone or something we deem more beneficial. The danger here is the illusion that by changing partners we can somehow break the pattern when in reality the saying goes, “swap the partner, keep the problem.” In that case, it might be better to take enough time to break the pattern internal before going on a new tryst.
Finally, the point now is to march forward with the new ideas firmly under your belt rather than turn a blind eye to what you’ve just revisited. There’s a cosmic reason as to why we repeat training!
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Dating with an Alpha Female
You’re viewing this woman and you
sense instantly that she’s on top of her dating game.
You seem questioned, but how do you actually know if it’s an alpha female
you’re interacting with? Here are the revealing signs and how to deal with
each.
She’s not quickly impressed. Heads up: she knows men are attracted to her. In fact, she’s used to men following her. Her objectives are higher than most women, so your initiatives should also exceed the generic chocolate and flowers move. Be wise sufficient to avoid brilliant pick-up lines that will only make her roll her eyes. Be unique and get her attention.
She’s not unique with you. Like an alpha male, she isn’t into the habit of commitment. She likes to keep her options open and is always pleased with the notion of viewing several men at any given time. If you actually want to pursue her, level up with her. She’s viewing other men? Date other women yourself and let her know. Once her aggressive nature is stroked, she’d clamor for the title of being your woman.
She’s distracted a lot. She is performing a lot of things all at the same time. She believes she can call for you anytime based to her liking, and does just that. Well, don’t be that guy. Make her recognize that you have agreements yourself and that you’re not some extra tire she can use. But proceed to pursue her and level with her, not turn into her slave.
She demands on going Dutch all the time. This one’s a classic alpha female trick. If you don’t pay for everything for her, she officially doesn’t owe you everything. Still, continue to offer to pay on dates but don’t insist. Maybe next time you can take her someplace else where you’ve planned and prepared for almost everything so she can’t make up excuses of paying for anything! It’ll definitely surprise her.
She demands a lot from you. She seems nice when questioning for favors, yet absolutely forgets you when she doesn’t need or want something from you. As tempting as it might be, ongoing to give in to her whims doesn’t earn you her respect. Don’t jump through all the hoops and keep your dignity. Do only what you think is within reason.
She has a sharpened tongue. She talks down to you sometimes or makes rude or mocking remarks. You always have to be ready for a verbal fight. An alpha-females’ goal is to always win in any discussion, so give her a competition but don’t be rude yourself...for more articles click here..
She’s not quickly impressed. Heads up: she knows men are attracted to her. In fact, she’s used to men following her. Her objectives are higher than most women, so your initiatives should also exceed the generic chocolate and flowers move. Be wise sufficient to avoid brilliant pick-up lines that will only make her roll her eyes. Be unique and get her attention.
She’s not unique with you. Like an alpha male, she isn’t into the habit of commitment. She likes to keep her options open and is always pleased with the notion of viewing several men at any given time. If you actually want to pursue her, level up with her. She’s viewing other men? Date other women yourself and let her know. Once her aggressive nature is stroked, she’d clamor for the title of being your woman.
She’s distracted a lot. She is performing a lot of things all at the same time. She believes she can call for you anytime based to her liking, and does just that. Well, don’t be that guy. Make her recognize that you have agreements yourself and that you’re not some extra tire she can use. But proceed to pursue her and level with her, not turn into her slave.
She demands on going Dutch all the time. This one’s a classic alpha female trick. If you don’t pay for everything for her, she officially doesn’t owe you everything. Still, continue to offer to pay on dates but don’t insist. Maybe next time you can take her someplace else where you’ve planned and prepared for almost everything so she can’t make up excuses of paying for anything! It’ll definitely surprise her.
She demands a lot from you. She seems nice when questioning for favors, yet absolutely forgets you when she doesn’t need or want something from you. As tempting as it might be, ongoing to give in to her whims doesn’t earn you her respect. Don’t jump through all the hoops and keep your dignity. Do only what you think is within reason.
She has a sharpened tongue. She talks down to you sometimes or makes rude or mocking remarks. You always have to be ready for a verbal fight. An alpha-females’ goal is to always win in any discussion, so give her a competition but don’t be rude yourself...for more articles click here..
Saturday 25 January 2014
Japanese Girls – Why They Are So Pretty!
The list is long: pigeon-toed, squeaky voices,
baby noises, giggly, cute make-up, air headed, pig tails, flower prints, pastel
one-pieces, furry little stuffed dolls, and so on. The popular images offered
around the world of Japanese girls are all about
cuteness.
There are many possible theories floating around
the internet on why
Japanese women are so cute. Some
theories range from how they are shown in manga and in anime that have a direct
effect on young Japanese girls. There are also social demands placed on young
women from men to be cute and skinny. Promotion
ploys to attract business for anything cute and cuddly are all over Japan. Then
there’s the media, and so forth and so on. All of these reasons have
some quality.
My take on all of this is relatively
straight forward. The keyword here is trends, which come
and go here in Japan, along with marketing schemes started by celebrities and
media moguls. The “Kawaii” or “cuteness syndrome,” as it’s called in English,
didn’t start overnight. I contend that it was started at around the latter half
of Japan’s “bubble economy” when wealth swept
through the country, how else could Japanese girls fund their shopping trips.
Some experts may argue against this by saying the origins of “kawaii” started
much earlier than this. Based on which aspect of “kawaii,” they are correct.
My view is much more contemporary and practical.
Seika Matsuda was and is still the person largely
credited for starting this “cuteness” trend back in the 1980s.
She was the first “cute” idol, singer, and songwriter to flood the television
airwaves back when Japan was having its financial boom, and slowly its
subsequent decline....more click here
What would you do…?
Many hundreds of years ago in a
small Italian town, a merchant had the loss of owing a huge sum of cash to the
moneylender. The moneylender, who was old and ugly, wanted the merchant’s stunning daughter so he proposed a
bargain. He said he would forgo the merchant’s debt if he could
get married to the little girl. Both the merchant and his daughter were
terrified by the proposal.The moneylender told them that he would put a black
pebble and a white pebble into a clean bag. The girl would then have to pick
one pebble from the bag. If she selected the black pebble, she
would become the moneylender’s partner and her father’s debt would be forgiven.
If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father’s debt
would still be pardoned. But if she rejected to pick a pebble,
her father would be tossed into jail.
They
were positioned on a pebble strewn path in the merchant’s garden. As they
talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he
chosen them up, the sharp-eyed girl observed that he had picked up two black
pebbles and put them into the bag. He then requested the girl to pick her
pebble from the bag.
What
would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to recommend her, what
would you have told her? Careful research would produce three
possibilities:
1.
The girl should reject to take a pebble.
2.
The girl should display that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose
the moneylender as a cheat.
3.
The girl should pick a black pebble and compromise herself in order to save her
father from his debt and jail time.
The above story is used with the hope that it
will make us appreciate the distinction between lateral and logical thinking.
The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew
out a pebble. Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it drop onto the
pebble-strewn path where it instantly turned lost among all the other pebbles........read more at click here
Wednesday 22 January 2014
How to Date Muslim Saudi Arabia Girls
This
article is about dating in Saudi Arabia (KSA)
is very much targeted at the men doing work in Saudi Arabia who want to
date Muslim Saudi girls and females of other countries. This is targeted at
assisting them to find a woman here in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia (KSA)
and includes lots of advice and stories given to me by others here in
the kingdom – not my own encounters I promise. For that reason the stories may
be overstated or complete fiction – or maybe they are totally true, I will let
you be the judge!
If you are female and wish to date a man then I
am sure the guidance here could be applied similarly as well, but you should be
aware that where some men may just be smacked on the wrist if found performing
something they should not; it is probably that your penalties would be severe.
You could quickly find yourself in prison locked up for deportation
/ removal with lashes to withstand every Friday for your
sentence. Most women found in the business of men, particularly foreign women
from less wealthy countries will be charged with prostitution and jailed
appropriately before being deported from the kingdom. If you are deported for
these factors you will find that they will stamp prostitute in Arabic in your
passport. If you are a wedded woman, just don’t take the risk of dropping your
head over some young attractive man.
But that apart, it is not difficult to go on dates
in KSA and meet some very charming women here, after all I met
my wife in the kingdom where she had worked well for ten years as a nurse. Have
fun while dating women and Muslim Saudi girls in Saudi Arabia but stay very safe at
all times.
The Guidelines of Dating in Saudi Arabia
Dating in Saudi Arabia can be quite challenging, as you are aware, you can only be alone with a woman if she is your wife or primary blood relative therefore mixing with women is very challenging in the open unless you have nerves of metal and very lucky!
Dating in Saudi Arabia can be quite challenging, as you are aware, you can only be alone with a woman if she is your wife or primary blood relative therefore mixing with women is very challenging in the open unless you have nerves of metal and very lucky!
If you are captured with a woman
who is not your sister, mother, daughter or wife you are going to be
in big problems, she in even worse! You can very easily be caught for this
offense and if any lewdness is claimed you could be finding yourself spending
some serious time in jail or worse!...............read more at>>>>>How to Date Muslim Saudi Arabia Girls
How to Talk With Your Wife
The lack of communication between
husband and wife may be liable for the majority of divorces in the
world. This happens all through the marriage but it is especially damaging
during the first years. When you get two strangers, who aren’t even related
into the same space, hour after hour and day after day, problems have to
arise gradually. This is not the honeymoon any more,
it is real life, and obviously until death do us part. I believe thirty
years of marriage allows me to give you some tips and advice.
I remember our first years where a war zone and
many times the word divorce were mentioned in arguments and discussions. After
that things would cool down,
make-out sex, a nice dinner and everything went back to normal, until the next
time. The truth is that it takes patience o both sides to
develop a marriage relationship. Waking up with a
person by your side, sharing problems and everyday situations is not the same
as living separately and only showing and looking at the other person’s good
side. Marriage is a dedication for life; it is a partnership with
someone you love.
Learning to talk to the wife
takes a little time, some savvy and most of all patience. It is true
that you come home from work, tired and with problems on your mind and you do
not really want to hear about more problems. But she has her own problems; she
is also tired, whether she works or not, so takes a long breath and listens to
what she has to say. Don’t just sit there, really listen, ask questions,
comment on what she says, and let her know that you really care about
her worries and problems. If you just pretend to
listen she will ramble on for hours so pay attention. Before she begins, ask
her gently to please make the story short, my wife for example, always starts
with a release that may last for a long time.
If there is a decision to be made about what she
is saying, discuss it and take the decision, if you don’t she will
only come back later and start the story once again. If it is just
something that happens she wants to talk about, listen, opinion and make sure
to finish your comment with a phrase or phrase that will indicate to
her that the point is over. If it is something related to
your children, never tell her to take care of it, they are your children too
and it is your duty to help her raise them. Discuss what happened, agree on
what you both want to do about it and talk to your child. Avoid mentioning that
she complained about this or that, it will make her look like a rat to your kid
and child care is not a competition on who is softer or easier.
Money situations can be the toughest particularly
if you are the only one bringing in the bread. You have to understand and
accept the fact that prices always go up, never down, and that she has needs as
well as you do, I am sure that when you go out with your friends for a beer or
to watch a game you do not sit there considering if you can afford another
beer. Remember, the money you are making is not only yours, it belongs to the
family. When you got married you promised to support her that means all
the way, not as far as you want to go. Be patient and knowing, if you
are about to go up in smoke because of her request, keep quiet and think about
the money you spend whenever you want in anything you want. If the money she
needs is within reason but you do not have it, tell her this, and tell her when
you will have it so she can make her own plans. And by God, do not let
her ask again, when you have it, weep silently and hand it
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