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A Beautiful Story!

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to say it. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She shouted at me, " you are not a man!"

That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it to pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said, for I loved Dew so dearly.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me, her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell fast asleep because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did'nt care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month, we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy.

Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she has, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.

Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come close and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realized that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until one of us departs this world.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: I ll carry you out every morning until we are old.

The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build a relationship.

[[[Thank you Yusuf for this amazingly touching story.]]]

Introducing the girls from...

Hijab Scarf!!

Fifi Alvianto

&

Hanna Faridl

I was so excited when i got their permission

to put up their fotos on my blog!

Their blog is amazing!

i LOVE the fotoz!

and the scarf tips!

Check them out!!

iA when i get the chance i shall do alil

interview with them to find out

a little bit more about the two

stylish girls from Indonesia!!

http://hijabscarf.blogspot.com

PINK SCARF DAY!!

DO YOU LOVE PINK?

Well Hijab House love pink and love to help.

So on the 27th of October,

help them Support the Cancer Council on Pink Hijab Day.

Besides decorating their store pink,

they're generously taking 50% off all their lovely pink items.

Funds raised will go towards bettering the lives of women in our community

and helping those people touched by hardship.

There will be Giveaways, Yummy pink snacks, Prizes and competitions between 10am and 12pm!

They will also be giving a special 'empower me' cash prize

to any woman who aspires to start their own project,

whether it be business or social,

because they believe everyone should have the chance to follow their dreams.

Entry forms will be in-store on Wednesday.

So i hope to see you all there!

i'll be there wearing the PINK scarf!! lol

Hijab House Level 2 Shop F24 Centro Bankstown

Look what rapper M.I.A. wore to the red carpet...

What are your thoughts??

COMPETiTiON TiME!!!

im giving away this very pretty skirt from ASOS!
isn't it perrrrrty!!!
i'd keep it myself but as i promised,
if i got to more than 50 members
i'd do a give away!
and now here is ur chance to win this skirt!!!
All you have to do is tell me
what/how you would wear this skirt & with what?
(does that make sense? lol)
the most creative wins!!!!

Send it to
muslimstreetfashion@gmail.com
with competition on the subject.
don't forget to add your name and what country you're from!!
Entry closes 29th October 2010
Winners will be announced on 1st November 2010
on the blog plus, i will email the winner!
wuhuuuuuuuu!
goodluck girls!!!

Irna La Perle

I wish i could sew this good!!!
Someone teach me!

http://www.irnalaperle.com/

Perrty Asos Skirt!

Hehehe i got another freebie!
thanks to the new mummy who gave it to me!
i was suppose to buy this skirt off her
but instead she gave it to me
coz i drove her to the hospital
while she was having contractions
because her husband was at work
and was on his way..long story.. hehehe
well thank you anyways!
love ya!

Thank you Hijab House!

This is me wearing the very beautiful
and most comfortable abaya
made by Hijab House!
i wish i could show you more picture of it
but i have seem to misplace my hard drive!
When i find it i shall upload it!
i'd like to thank tariq for this beautiful eid gift!!
i love it so much! thank you!
and to all the hijab house fans
i suggest you get one before they all run out
because it is light and easy to wear
not only that it's cheap
and you feel like the most beautiful girl
wearing it!!

i LOVE LOVE LOVE iT!!