I think the biggest mistake I made when I got married is assuming that life was now about having two of everything. Having two cars to get around the city, ordering two plates whenever we went out to eat, or buying two of everything to make sure both of us were happy.
At a Majlis one day I heard a beautiful story of an elderly Arab couple who were so in love that they could only eat when they were together and from the same plate. They said it brought them closer, the husband would cut pieces of meat just the way his wife liked it, and the wife knew just the right amount of yogurt her husband liked on his rice. They didn't have to ask or say anything, both of them knew exactly what the other wanted. It was beautiful.
Since hearing that story my wife and I always eat from the same plate and only order one drink to share. What this taught us is the value of sharing in a relationship and how sharing brings two people closer together. When you share you learn about the other person, what they like or what they don't like. When you share you always have to consider the other person just as much as you consider yourself, and that is what love is all about.
Love is about giving a part of yourself to the other person, love is about always thinking about your partner's feelings when you make a decision, love is about agreeing together on one thing that makes you both happy, and you will practice all those things when you share who you are, what you want, and even what you eat with the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.
That's beautiful :)
Two of my major weaknesses were, driving and cooking. I really had no confidence in doing both, and that was few months ago. I would surrender driving in any situation, and I used to think that whatever I cooked tasted so bad.
But now. Hmm. I can drive. A manual car *clap clap* That was and still is, tough for me, but hey..I could drive alone from North to South! I was impressed by myself -hahahaha- I thought I would give up half way - but i thought, hey.. driving was not bad ey. And yeah... I survived.
And cooking - well, at least I can cook edible things. They tasted okay-okay la kot *hopefully*.
P/S : Thank you for reminding me that 'Puasa ni syaiton kena ikat'. :) I drove safely. (But it was still scary and creepy)