Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Love

"In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing"-Mignon McLaughlin

"Love is the history of a woman's life; it is an episode in man's" - Germaine De Stael

"But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy
"
-William Shakesphere

True enough that love is blind and feeling in love is the masterkey to the heart that creates happiness. However, the feeling of rejections are worse as it takes the course as what happen to the elderly couples in Kuala Sungai, Kubang Rotan, Kedah.

The woman's life ended as history and the man's has started a new episode in his life followed by the dark tragedy. As he was overpowered with love, he had lost his judgment.

MasyaAllah, at the golden age, it was shocked, unbelievabled and most regretted actions. May Allah give us His guidance and be protected from all the unwanted incidents.

The 80-years-old husband could not control his emotions after series of rejections from the 73-years-old wife had decided to end the life of his estranged spouse.

The pain of rejections was unbearable as the husband tried his best to reconcile and on the fated day, he spent 1 hour to persuade the wife. His failure had turned him irrational and committed the most hideous crime.

It was really sad to see an old man in white baju melayu, pelekat sarong and 'kopiah' being handcuffed and held by policemen at the crime scene.

I believe that he must have regretted of the action too much but it was too late.

The lesson is never let your emotions control oneself and the most sacred love is the love to the Creator. He will never reject anyone at anytime.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

The Love

Basically, this is the reason why I quited my job 5 years ago. The love to my kids beat the odd although I knew the decision was hard for my husband to agree.

Finally, he gave the blessing for me to resign after much consideration of my arguments. Although we had to sacrifice a lot due to financial constraint but the bond between us became stronger.

The kids would have a kind of look and a lot of worries, if I sought their 'approval' should I have to go back to the industries. Well, wish to share a good write up by Nor Aliza Samad on her dilemma of being a stay at home mom. Contradict to me, she became the stay at home mom on her husband's request.

I have been staying home much too long. Now that my daughters no longer need me to wake up at 3am to feed them, I want to be back at work like my college friends, who take home handsome salaries.

(In my case, I have to leave my kids around 10pm and came back around 5am and had to go back to work by 7.30am as I was assigned to take care off night constructions after my confinement of my son. The handsome salaries I brought home could not compensate it!)

And what has he got to say about this?

"Well, that's very sensible of you. Frankly, I find working women more attractive and intellectual stimulating."

(This is true for my husband who I knew since college days. He preferred an independent female companion. But what to do, he got me the conservative person. Stimulating ehh...I had to leave for Bintulu for 3 days while I still breastfed my son. I had to endure the pain and sore of my breast during those trip...)

Wait a minute! Wasn't it you who said many moons ago that working women were selfish, individualistic and the cause of family disintegration?

"Gee, did I say that? Well, I guess you have to forgive me, I was green then."

It's very cute of you to admit the slip of the tongue. But we have two children now and had it not been for my nose, even my mother would have mistaken me for Roseanne Bar!!!

The story went on with the husband apologised and encouraged her to apply for jobs.

She broke the news to the kids and like mine, they gave that worry look...

This is the interesting part...The children were in bed. I walked to the bed. There he was, arms wide open, his eyes looking straight into mine.

"Loving you is stimulating enough," he said.

Hopefully, my husband realizes that my love is more stimulating and incomparable...