I was planning I’d be a happily married man after 8 years.
Well, I’m making a tiny modification to the schedule, making it:
I’m now planning I’d be a happily married man in eternity.
Or.
in whatever time ..
The other day, me and my friends hung out together, and I don’t know why, but that topic just keeps popping up in most of our conversations, and the theme usually has some abundant uses of the words: Hopeless. Mafeesh Fayda.
I don’t like things getting complicated, I usually like to have them figured out beforehand, any sudden intricacies morose me, and btw, I believe that whoever considers “adaptive to change” a quality, is just inaccurate, I mean what use is any planning then? Even worse, people tend to misuse the term to deliberately make changes that they feel like doing, talk about lack of organization. Marriage in Egypt is that messy, there’s actually no book to go by, except in financial 7agat!
So, the hell with planning in whole.
And I ask God to grant me patience, whenever I see a mother buying her little most sweet angel of a daughter a pair of teeny tiny sneakers, or when I see a father buying his son ice cream in the mall. Or whenever I wake up from the fantasy of doing the same to my little sister, only to find that she’s not my daughter, and when I just can’t spot her mom around, though sometimes I get a long with my sister impersonating her. They don’t notice it, but for me, I live that fantasy .. every day .. and every single night.
When we park at the garage, and I see a family van with twin babies in their little seats, their dad folding the pram and putting it in the trunk, their mom fastening the tiny belts. Whenever I go to a wedding! or receive chocolate at work after my colleagues get married. When I see nuptials photos on facebook.
Or, and it gets funnier, when I keep repeating girl names for my wife out loud, as if I’m calling at them, to see what will sound the cutest, and I choose favorite boy and girl names for children, and keep thinking how teachers at school will sound, when they mention my children names.
Noha Ibraheem Hamdi .. mm .. a little weird, no? Hana2 Ibraheem Hamdi .. mm .. that’s nice! also Lobna. For boys, Khaled though it sounds too .. mm .. just different, Khaled Ibraheem Hamdi, also Hassan .. Hassan Ibraheem Hamdi, I like that name awy. And their mommy, dining with me after tucking the little things in bed, making me breakfast after they all went to school, the kisses on the forehead .. and .. cartoon movie weekends!
Isn’t everyone supposed to get what they deserve? Why do I feel that this is just inaccurate bardo? Because if it’s true, then I don’t deserve this, and I really think I do ..
It’s one of these moments when I feel that I just won’t do without God khales, and when I, though don’t really believe, hope that Maths isn’t everything fe3lan, and that Rabena Beywaffa2 keda men 3ando.
I pay very little regard…to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person – Jane Austen (1775 – 1817), Mansfield Park
That is what marriage really means: helping one another to reach the full status of being persons, responsible and autonomous beings who do not run away from life – Paul Tournier
We’re heroes then, holding ourselves together that far, being single and all ..
though sometimes I feel I’ve gone completely nuts,
[I need some highlight these days, something to shake the groove]
