Question no 3..

He came from the land far far away..
He was my office mate..
He was not rich, that was for sure..
He was not handsome, at least not to my eyes..
He was fussy guy, and he still is..
I used to make jokes, saying 'who'll be the unlucky girl marrying him?'..
He was my good friend, now he's better partner..
He was my saviour, and he still is..

His eyes is the window of his heart..
It tell the truth about love and hate..
About sincere and pretence..
He is all what I am not..
He is my greatest competitor..
He is the one I fight and complain to..

So the answer for the 3rd question..
'Why you marry a foreigner?'
My answer is..
'I don't know..
Maybe due to the nature of me..
That many local man cannot stand to be with me..
Or ...
Maybe cause he is persistent and he's willing to do whatever for me..
Including taking my kids as his..
And it's proven that the kids loves him more than they loves me now…
Or...
It's just a simple fate..
Allah has arrange for him and me..
To end up as husband and wife..

We are different as different could be..
But due to that we are complete..

I am grateful for you being with me..
Happy 50th birthday my habibi..
O7ibbok aktar min ams; lakin layssa biqadr al-3’ad..

yup... he looks younger than his age.. I envy him...