Love has never been a myth, but a witnessed and tangible reality. Isn’t there anyone who truly loved? And remained faithful to the apple of his eye, and the heart of his heart, until their souls met far from the gravity of the earth. Love between couples, the song of the rain, the joy of the soul, the mingling of joys with sorrows, with the meaning of this word, affection and mercy, understanding and harmony, respect and consideration of feelings.
Married life means the existence of a husband and wife who have chosen closeness, and each of them has rights and duties that must be fulfilled, otherwise the existing order between them will be disrupted. There are many people who are exemplary in loyalty and goodwill, and it is not in their nature to abandon the noble human and moral values in their souls, and you know — my brother reader — that when they love, they love sincerely, and the woman in their eyes is a light from the light of God.
My story is very long, it exceeds years, days, hours, minutes, and seconds, ten years ago a woman was afflicted with “cancer”, she was a wonderful and beautiful woman, scattering flowers, planting hope, and healing wounds, she is not like other women, all her concern in life was focused on obeying God, serving her husband, and five children she weaned from her belly, and God Almighty willed her to get sick, and the disease lasted for years.
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Her hair fell out, her high arched eyebrows fell out, the beauty of her eyes faded with their wilted, calm gaze, her body atrophied, her skin wrinkled, and she looked like a woman who had reached old age! In spite of this, the husband was patient and endured ten years, during which he suffered what he suffered, but among this affliction, the qualities of that husband who does not consider a woman a casual whim, or a passing pleasure, if she withers and her brightness fades, and the luster of her beauty dims, he turns his face away from her to throw away those years indifferently. Rather, he demonstrated the most wonderful meanings of nobility and loyalty, and proved that the authentic man is the one who appreciates that once upon a time there was a woman who protected him in his money and soul, and was patient with him through the bittersweet times.
With her departure, the patient husband lost that affectionate soul, the smiling face, the soul sister, the companion of a lifetime, and now he cries whenever he remembers her like a child who has lost his mother’s tenderness. This is not a fictional story, or a tale from a thousand and one nights, this story I was a witness to it, and I suffered its most bitter details and its darkest days, this beautiful woman used to put her hand on my beard and say to me: “You have grown up quickly, but you remain in my eyes that little child”: “You have grown up quickly, but you will remain in my eyes that little child.” Yes, my mother, I was a little child in front of you, although I am a little over my second decade, but I can tell you if you can hear me now that I have grown up a lot and gray hair has invaded my hair, and I am no longer that little child.
Oh God, how cruel I was as I placed her with both hands in her grave, removed the shroud from her face, and rained dirt on her myself, when an hour before her death I was touching her breath and contemplating her facial features. I felt that she was truly absent from my soul, my breath, and my eyes. I could no longer feel the pleasure of things around me, everything was dimmed, no longer shiny, no longer bright. I still yearn for the taste of your coffee, the smell of your food, and the dough of your hands, and how happy I used to feel while devouring everything under your hands. What is the value of all the beautiful things if I am deprived of kissing your hands and hearing your satisfaction.
“Sad, Mother, broken like a piece of stale bread that an old man put on the corner of the sidewalk for the birds to eat, lonely, disappointed, emaciated, you are the only one who can understand how a man who grew up in her hands can die. Little by little, but the man whose strength you knew is no longer, I came and for the first time I came to your lap to cry like a frightened child, he lost the most precious thing he had in his life, he lost her voice and with it everything, everything, mom.”
I am a single mom battling stage 4 breast cancer. I am a mother of two. My daughter is 16 and my son is 12. I have special needs and needs a lot of healthcare as well. I live each day trusting God believing that He will provide for me all I need. He also tells us to ask and receive
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