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		<title>In-between</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2010 10:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ko7 Ko7 Ko7 ..Ghbaar ghbaaar...:DMaskeen bloggy mn ziman 3annah. I 've been travelling and haven't stayed much in Kuwait after Ramadan. Life is steering us in this unexpected direction where there are alot of cross roads, and all u can do is el-estikha...]]></description>
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		<title>Trapped &#8211; Thank you Note</title>
		<link>http://glitterpowder.blogspot.com/2010/05/trapped-thank-you-note.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 05:49:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Glitter</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear wonderful readers of mine..I was overwhelmed with your response to Trapped posts. It made my heart swell with gratitude to see you all reach out and offer your full support.I have been following your comments with much appreciation. The kindness o...]]></description>
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		<title>Trapped &#8211; 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 11:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Glitter</dc:creator>
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From: Trapped
Sent: Sunday, May 16, 2010 5:21:12 AM
To: red.glitter@hotmail.com
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Glitter,

I'm writing this to you with a heavy heart and tears rolling down my face.
When I gave you permission...]]></description>
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		<title>Trapped</title>
		<link>http://glitterpowder.blogspot.com/2010/05/trapped.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 10:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Glitter</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Glitter;Where shall I start from?The time when my father forced me in to this marriage?Or the time when I decided to accept my life the way it was?How about the beginning.I'm an only child. My mom passed away when i was 6 years old.My dad was deva...]]></description>
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		<title>يا قلبي والله البنات تسحرهم بكلمتين</title>
		<link>http://glitterpowder.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-glitter-i-hope-this-finds-you-well.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Glitter</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbAfuGk-oHY/S3HLTrUkmbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SMxU5zdouHU/s1600-h/Confused.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbAfuGk-oHY/S3HLTrUkmbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SMxU5zdouHU/s400/Confused.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">Dear Glitter</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">I hope this finds you well.</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">I came across your blog a while back and I've been hooked ever since. And now I was wondering if you can help.</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">I've been going through this issue lately and its eating me alive. I haven't really spoken to anyone about this, you're the first, but ive always found it easier to speak to people who don't know me. Something to do with being judged or something.</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">Ok anyways, I'm happily married. It was a love marriage. My husband was amazing, he treated me like a queen, whatever i wanted i got, spoilt me rotten. He loves me more than i do. Dont get me wrong, i love him too, i cant imagine my life without him, but its just extraordinary the way he does, and I'm so happy about it I'm in the seventh sky.</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">It wasn't until he was promoted that I fell hard on the ground of reality. Things started getting really difficult. His job is very demanding and takes up all his time, takes up all his time. I barely see him anymore.</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">At first it was ok, it was a change and i sort of liked the me-time that i got, but then i started to miss all that attention he gave me. Mind you I never complained, cause i understand he has no choice. </span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">I tried to fill my days with taking care of the house, hanging out with family and friends, but of course the husband is different and his absence was deeply felt as no one can fill his space. I miss him.</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">After a while he started to change, the husband i knew and fell in love with was becoming distant. I know he still loves me like crazy, but it just wasnt the same. i think he got used to being that way, and plus the pressure of work was stressing him out. whenever he wud get some free time, he wud prefer spending it at home than going out, said he was too tired, just wanted to relax. </span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">Matters took a deep detour when I bumped into an old flame of mine. I was really happy to see him. We talked for a while and before i knew it, i found myself giving him my new number and told him I'd call. </span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">And I did. </span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">It was amazing to hear his voice again. I knew it was wrong but at that moment i really didnt care. i thought to myself. ok it'll just be a phone call or 2 and then ill stop, but ofcourse I couldn't.</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">He told me he never stopped loving me. He complimented me, said he kept looking at our pictures, he dreamt of me all the time, i was on his mind day and night. he was addicted to me. he said he tried to forget me, but he couldn't..</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066"></span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">Oh glitter, hearing those words out of a guys mouth after a long dry period at home was like giving water to a dying flower. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">I just wanted to hear more of it, and started looking forward to his txts and phone calls. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">I would get happy when my husband would leave for work or call me to tell me he'd be late cause that meant i could get more of him.</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">Let me just say, i dont have feeling for the other guy, i just love the attention, the words he tells me, and i know im taking advantage of him and the situation but i just can't stop myself.</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">One day when my husband called me telling me he'd taken a couple of days off work so we could go away together for a few days and spend some much needed alone time. And instead of getting happy, i found myself feeling angry and dissapointed. Thats when i realised how bad this all was. How used to i had gotten to the other guy, how my husband didnt know anything. </span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">Feeling guilty, i blamed my husband for what happened. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">If it wasnt for his job and change in behaviour i wudnt be in this situation. So i fought with him over anything and everything: from the way he talks to the way he sits, from the way he drives all the way to how he arranges his closet. </span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">Fel bedaya he would ignore and try to calm me down,but i guess there's so much he could take and soon we were fighting everyday. </span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">My marriage is falling apart, and i know its me and not him. </span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">I'm the one who's making a mistake. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">I have a choice on whether to reply back to the guy's msgs or not.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">I have a choice on whether to answer his phone calls. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">I even told the guy at some point, pls help me and don't answer my phone calls and dnt reply back my msgx: If you stop replying back ill stop calling and txting. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">But he doesnt seem to think im making a mistake. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">He's like you arent doing anything wrong, we never meet up, its just a few harmless msgs and phone calls.</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">I know have to take the first step. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">It sounds easy while its really not.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">In those dark lonely moments, it gets soo difficult im going insane. </span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">I need some advice. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">I dont know what to do.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">I love my husband, but he's never there, &#38; I dont love the guy, but he's always here.</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">I'm scared that those feelings i have forgotten in the past for the guy will come back and i do not want to reach to that level... cause i'll never be able to forgive myself.</span></div><p><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">Please help.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066">Thx;</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000066">Confused.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000066">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066">.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%">A long reply email is already sent.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134113469220844737-1362340422212743345?l=glitterpowder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></description>
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		<title>American In Kuwait</title>
		<link>http://glitterpowder.blogspot.com/2010/01/american-in-kuwait.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 07:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Glitter</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbAfuGk-oHY/S0GPQ7sI6CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ToWpCBeWRkQ/s1600-h/KavelRafferty.bmp"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbAfuGk-oHY/S0GPQ7sI6CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ToWpCBeWRkQ/s400/KavelRafferty.bmp" border="0" /></a> <p><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366"><span style="font-size:130%">Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs</span>.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%">~<span style="color:#663366">William Shakespeare</span></span></div><br /><br /><br />Dear readers of mine;<br /><p><br />I just received this by email and the writer would like to know your opinions about her problem. Kindly share your thoughts and help ease the pain of Lovesick:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana"><strong><span style="color:#000066">Hi!<br /><br />I am an avid follower of your blog and I really like your style. Even though, of course, I can't always understand all the Arabic, it's been a great tool in helping me learn the language - well, and classes and cd's, blah blah blah :P<br /><br />I'm writing because, like I said before, I'm American. I live and work in Kuwait and have for the past 18 months. I love the country, the culture, the learning (about the country and myself) and the travel that I've been doing since I arrived. Anyway, the gist of my problem is this: I met (by chance and I was totally not looking for it) and later fell in love with a Kuwaiti guy.... a wonderful, honest guy who also fell in love with me. To the extent that I would choose to make the rest of my life here, with him, and would be happy and lucky to do so. </span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana"><strong><span style="color:#000066"><p></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana"><strong><span style="color:#000066">We dated for several months and he went to his parents to discuss marriage - a big no. They wouldn't accept it, they would never accept me because of my nationality. Not religon, surprisingly, but because they rejected the idea of an American in their family. I am knowledgeable about the culture and traditions, and I know that this is not unusual thinking here, and that where I'm from is altogether different - I respect this. But, I have never been in love before this, and I've never been so devastated. I'm not young (mid 20's) and I'm not usually naive, but I truly thought that any parent would want their child to be happy... even if it is not ideal. That maybe in time they would come to be.... not thrilled, but ok, with it. </span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana"><strong><span style="color:#000066"><p></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana"><strong><span style="color:#000066">Neither of us (him or me) would marry without their knowledge and at least acceptance, not even an option. His love and respect for his family is one of his most attractive qualities.<br /><br />I guess what I'm looking for is advice. I need rationale, any explanation, any advice - anything to help me move on and come to terms with this loss. So I thought I would appeal to your mass audience and get a more Kuwaiti-esque opinion. Is it really so horrifying a thought that I (an educated, well-traveled, caring girl, who happens to be American) be a part of a Kuwaiti family? My family is not thrilled at the thought of my life being in Kuwait, but they will do anything for me to be happy. They would visit and be supportive.<br /><br />Very much appreciate your help!<br />Lovesick<br /></span><br /></strong></span>.<br />.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134113469220844737-835786548747409152?l=glitterpowder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></description>
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		<title>American In Kuwait</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 07:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbAfuGk-oHY/S0GPQ7sI6CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ToWpCBeWRkQ/s1600-h/KavelRafferty.bmp"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbAfuGk-oHY/S0GPQ7sI6CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ToWpCBeWRkQ/s400/KavelRafferty.bmp" border="0" /></a> <p><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366"><span style="font-size:130%">Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs</span>.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%">~<span style="color:#663366">William Shakespeare</span></span></div><br /><br /><br />Dear readers of mine;<br /><p><br />I just received this by email and the writer would like to know your opinions about her problem. Kindly share your thoughts and help ease the pain of Lovesick:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana"><strong><span style="color:#000066">Hi!<br /><br />I am an avid follower of your blog and I really like your style. Even though, of course, I can't always understand all the Arabic, it's been a great tool in helping me learn the language - well, and classes and cd's, blah blah blah :P<br /><br />I'm writing because, like I said before, I'm American. I live and work in Kuwait and have for the past 18 months. I love the country, the culture, the learning (about the country and myself) and the travel that I've been doing since I arrived. Anyway, the gist of my problem is this: I met (by chance and I was totally not looking for it) and later fell in love with a Kuwaiti guy.... a wonderful, honest guy who also fell in love with me. To the extent that I would choose to make the rest of my life here, with him, and would be happy and lucky to do so. </span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana"><strong><span style="color:#000066"><p></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana"><strong><span style="color:#000066">We dated for several months and he went to his parents to discuss marriage - a big no. They wouldn't accept it, they would never accept me because of my nationality. Not religon, surprisingly, but because they rejected the idea of an American in their family. I am knowledgeable about the culture and traditions, and I know that this is not unusual thinking here, and that where I'm from is altogether different - I respect this. But, I have never been in love before this, and I've never been so devastated. I'm not young (mid 20's) and I'm not usually naive, but I truly thought that any parent would want their child to be happy... even if it is not ideal. That maybe in time they would come to be.... not thrilled, but ok, with it. </span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana"><strong><span style="color:#000066"><p></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana"><strong><span style="color:#000066">Neither of us (him or me) would marry without their knowledge and at least acceptance, not even an option. His love and respect for his family is one of his most attractive qualities.<br /><br />I guess what I'm looking for is advice. I need rationale, any explanation, any advice - anything to help me move on and come to terms with this loss. So I thought I would appeal to your mass audience and get a more Kuwaiti-esque opinion. Is it really so horrifying a thought that I (an educated, well-traveled, caring girl, who happens to be American) be a part of a Kuwaiti family? My family is not thrilled at the thought of my life being in Kuwait, but they will do anything for me to be happy. They would visit and be supportive.<br /><br />Very much appreciate your help!<br />Lovesick<br /></span><br /></strong></span>.<br />.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134113469220844737-835786548747409152?l=glitterpowder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></description>
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		<title>A Bubble Burst..</title>
		<link>http://glitterpowder.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-glitter-i-need-to-vent.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 20:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Glitter</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbAfuGk-oHY/SZse_qDWceI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cfbuIgMh_Uk/s1600-h/Petra1.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbAfuGk-oHY/SZse_qDWceI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cfbuIgMh_Uk/s400/Petra1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong></p></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong><p></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>Dear Glitter,</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>I need to vent. And since you seem to have figured out what marriage is all about, I thought I'd write to you.</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>He was the love of my life. And I was his.</strong></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>And Kuwait being so tiny, everybody knew about us. It was common knowledge that flan ye7eb flana, we flana itmoot 3la flan.</strong></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>Finally the day came when we at last got married. And I remember thinking how lucky I am to have gotten my happy fairytale ending. </strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>The first few years I actually glowed with happiness. Everything was better than perfect, better that i've ever imagined it would be. </strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>But....</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>As the days rolled over, magic began to seep through the door, and everything seemed so ordinary.. </strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>I love him still, but there is no thrill. No excitement. Just plain BLAH!</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>I began to dread his touch. The touch only a few years ago I had fantasized about, stayed up at nights to end dreaming of. Now.... ??</strong></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>Now I fake headaches.</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>Or .. Fake it all together, just to make him happy,</strong></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>Only to run to the shower afterwards with the weight of a mountain over my heart, feeling all down and blue.</strong></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>Sad, huh?</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>Oh how I remember our first kiss *goose bumps* </strong></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>our first time together .. *sigh*</strong></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>I know I know, mako shy yeg3ad 3ala 7alah..</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>I don't know why I'm writing this to you, I just needed to let it out before it suffocates me.</strong></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>I'm not expecting any magical solutions cause i'm done believing in magic. It is what it is. Electrefying love evolved into beautiful friendship, mutual respect. </strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>So yeah,</strong></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>that's what I wanted to share..</strong></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>I only hope I didn't cloud your skies with my dark thoughts.</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>Yours,</strong></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066"><strong>A.</strong></span><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000066"><br /></span></strong></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000">.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS">.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%">Dear A.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%">Thank you for allowing me to publish your letter. </span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%">I'm drafting a long hearty reply to you and it should be in your inbox any minute now.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%">Love,</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%">G.G.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000"></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134113469220844737-5152447637729294830?l=glitterpowder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></description>
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		<title>No, thaaaank YOOOUU :-)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><p><br />Hmmm, is it really so?.. Do I "<strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;">challenge our societal norms</span></strong>" ?<br />This is what some email is blatantly accusing me of.<br /><br />And " <span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>.. where else would it come from if not out of Kuwa</strong></span>it</span>" !!<br />What does he mean?<br /><br />Who is this "<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"><strong>A</strong></span>"?<br /><br />The email was beautifully written, stating that he liked my blog and wishing me and X well. But the sentence mentioned above threw me off a bit and made me think..<br /><br />As I keep on reading, X enters the room, but I hardly look up. I'm thinking of what to write as a reply to "<strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;">A</span></strong>". I start typing when all of a sudden:<br /><br />"<strong><span style="color:#336666;"><em>GLITTER, bassich blogsat o ta3alay!!</em></span></strong> ", X shouts from the other room.<br />"<strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Kani kani..</span></em></strong> ", I press SEND quickly and hurry to him.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />The next day, I check my inbox, and there it was, another email from Mr. "<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"><strong>A</strong></span>".<br /><br />I carry my laptop, and settle myself onto my comfy sofa. Pull my hair back. Take a deep breath and press OPEN.<br /><br />Nothing could have prepared me for what I read next....<br /><br />Listen to this:<br /><br />" <strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;">Yes it was a compliment; I don't think the (<span style="color:#000000;">insert name of </span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">h</span>is country</span>) mindset is quite ready for such openness. I think it's a healthy thing in a society to be able to look with a humorous/critical eye and learn from our mistakes and scenarios. And it is well known that Kuwaitis in general are more open-minded than most Khaleejis, and each state has it's own experience and peculiarities.</span></strong>"<br /><br />Then he goes off and tells me his story. How he had been studying abroad for many many years now. How the thought of him getting married soon never crossed his mind, let alone an arranged marriage to a complete starnger! But reading my story kind of sold it to him !! ( <em>Yaaay Me!!</em> ) hehehee<br /><br />So when the opportunity, of a similar situation to mine, came his way he took it. And now after all these years he's finally engaged and on his way to be a married man within the next few months. :")<br /><br />" <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"><strong>I guess it takes a LOT of courage and blind faith to make that big step, but I firmly believe it should be done sooner than later, and when one has the backing of his family then there is little reason to delay (unless there really is major incompatibility between the parties).<br /><br />Sooo you see how your lil blog did a bit of good and touched someone's life far faar away. Small world.</strong></span> "</p><p align="left"><br />I swear to God I can feel my heart warm up with each word, and my smile is growing bigger bigger with each sentence. This has got to be one of the most precious emails I have ever recieved.<br /><br />He ends it with:<br /><br />"<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"><strong>I hope that my future bride's experience is as happy as yours :D</strong></span> "<br /><br />Needless to say that that email made my day. I walked around all day with a happy glow in my heart. His sincere words lifted up my spirits and for that I am greatly thankful, and forever grateful.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Roo7 3sa Allah yfarri7 gulbik methel ma farra7t gulby.. O ybarik lik, o ybarik 3alaik, o yejma3 bainik o bain ur future bride eb kel khair o 7ob o mawadda, yaaaa rub..</em></p><p align="left">*raises her hands to the sky earnestly*<br /><br /></p><p align="left"><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>**Note to Masq:</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>That prayer goes to you too, dear bro.</strong></span></p>]]></description>
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