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Dearest, My Lord…

I’m writing this by whispering Your name…
Hope You’d forgive me due to my previous handwriting about what I want my husband to be…

My Highness…I didn’t mean to command You…You’re the one who can command me. Now I have to say that I wrote my previous article in terms of thought of a humanbeing who’s searching for the best. Finding the soulmate, it’s the main clause. While I’m thinking of what’s best for me, I think that it must be the best for You too. But how could I know that he’s the one? All I know is juz…You’ve prepared the best one for me…And I can feel that he’s not him…or him…or him…or him…or him…He might be somebody else…from somewhere else I’ve never thought…I could only pray that he might be the one like I want him to be…And I could only hope that it’s juz the same as You want him to be…

My Lord…I know life is an option. You’ve prepared the alternatives, and You let me choose. I know that You want me to have the best. So now I could only pray that You’d guide me to choose the right one…that You’d show me the best option…

My Gracest Lord…Somebody once told me that we might have a mate who’s gonna be more like us, not less, but it could be even more. That’s why I’ve put my hope to up above…And pray that Your wish is juz that high…

My Highness…I don’t mean to be picky. But please warn me whenever I’m lost…Coz as a humanbeing, I could only follow my heart…that’s hopefully moved by Your guidance…And now I could only give it all up to You…Coz I’m trully Yours…And I’m sure that You know better…

No, You know best…..

I watched the “Bride and Prejudice” movie yesterday. I know I was a little bit late watching it, but that’s not our topic today. What I’m gonna tell you here is that I was very interested in a scene when Lalita, the second daughter of Bakshi’s (Indian family), is set to marry Mr.Kholi, a rich Indian guy working overseas. Lalita isn’t happy with this coz she’s a smart and modern girl, and she wants everyone to respect her as she is. She wants to choose her own groom. She againsts most Indian thought about what a wife means. She doesn’t want to be inferior. She doesn’t want any men to command her as he likes. And here is some lyrics that I quoted from the scene when Lalita sings her feelings to her sisters :

I don’t want a man who ties me down

Who does what he wants while I hang around

I don’t want a man who’s crude and loud

Who wants a pretty wife to make him proud

I don’t want a man who can’t be funny

Who tells tall tales about making money

I don’t want a man who’ll grab the best seat

Who can’t close his mouth when he starts to eat

I don’t want a man who likes to drink

Who leaves his dirty dishes in the sink

I don’t want a man who wants his mummy

A balding pest with too much tummy

I don’t want a man who’s dead in the head

Wow…that’s a so-so-brave statement from an Indian girl that as we know, always ruled by the norms and customs. And watch this one, the bravier statements as she sings in the next scene :

I want a man with real soul

Who wants equality and not control

I want a man who’s good and smart

A really sharp mind and a very big heart

I want a man who’s not scared to weep

To hold me close when we’re asleep

I want a man who loves romance

Will clear the floor and ask me to dance

I want a man who gives some back

Who talks to me and not my rack

I want a man whose spirit is free

Will hold my hand, walk the world with me

Hmm…that’s so sweet…I think I’m gonna stand for her statements strongly. Yeah…that’s all what woman wants from her husband-wanna-be. But…I think I’d love to add some more “qualifications” for myself then…Here they are…

I want a man who leads me five times a day…

Who guides me to read and understand His commands…

Who shows me the right paths to be loved by Him…

Who reminds me that we’re only daydreamers in this dreamland…

Who pulls me back when I go wrong…

Who sings me His Words when I give a birth…

Who thankfully and happily cries as he whispers “adzan” to my own born children…

Who’s a loving and caring father to our little “sholeh and sholeha”…

Who covers me when I get ill…

Who loves me less and loves Him more…

Who loves me…because of Him…

Amien…