Romanticism: Roses and all things Sissy

Somebody said to me the other day that he’d give anything just to get out of his marriage. That came as a surprise to me. I mean, hey what's the deal with that, man?

Apparently he claimed to have chosen the wrong woman as the main reason given. Sure buddy, sure. And this was the same fella who whispered to my ears only several years back that he’d climb the highest mountain and swim across the deepest ocean just to ask her hand in marriage. Now this?

While here, reporting live from the deepest of the heart ( deeper than the septum), I just wish we could switch positions, but with our respective spouses of course. My point is, here I am wondering what marriage life is all about when somebody wish he’d never had been in one. I tried to empathize with him, imagine what in the name of shit could he be going through now but as much I wanted to, I still believe getting hitched is a wonderful, flowery thing.

Yes, I could be wrong but after much thought, I’m sticking with what I had believed in all these years. Marriage is about everything rosy, romantically in order and all the corny shit. I mean, my very reason for saying this is, while going through thick and thin, ups and downs and all the turmoil, you’re in it together. Isn’t that what should only matter, two love birds enjoying the torrid ride? Sure, thorns can be harmful but roses stands out. No flying plates and glasses needed.

Ok I may not have tasted being a beer-bellied hubby as yet so I mustn’t speak to soon and shut the hell up, so they say. But when I’ve gone through hell for more than ten long years, what could possibly be worse? Even death wouldn’t be as bad I imagine. Here’s a preview of what hell-on-earth’s like. Its when you first learnt that an important part of your body are no longer effective, and you’re condemned to be a crippled for the rest of your life. That’s flameless hell for you. Try break your knee-bone, get it cemented and live life as a temporary cacat fella and you will get my point. So save all the shitty stuff and keep it to yourself.

The thing is, I don’t think I should feel discouraged by the slightest of distraction and hey, am fully determined to see it through and experience one myself.

So If given a magic black-hole, I’d be the first to jump in and travel to the future, look for the first pak lebai (kadi) available, lafaz akad, swap rings, kiss the bride on her forehead and start the reproduction process immediately.

Ok that was silly but no harm in over-fantasizing. I mean, If only we could find an easy escape route and get out of deep shit by just a finger snap away, life would be smooth-sailing. But without any of the challenges, that’s not worth calling it life.

I believe in Allah, and He, who had put me in a situation just to get my will tested, it was also Him, who gave me another ultimate trial and an opportunity to prove the success story of the first mountain-climbing feat wasn’t a fluke. Like it or not, without a magical finger-snapping, I am game for it.

Now though, not wanting to give people the impression it was written by a sissy, I end this entry with something very manly-stuff.

…I’m all psyched up for Arsenal’s away to the Mardejski stadium for a crunch with Reading. Ehem…yes, yes…no more roses nor daffodils and feminine-like gay stuff, but rather a tough-tackling, artistic, total-football thing.

Yup, its something in this order. Football, food, girlfriend. - end.

'Allah will not put his hamba to the test, if the hamba is unable to cope with it'.- Zakhir Mohamed.