tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546632763501563636.post5356656976474905587..comments2023-11-17T03:16:41.392+02:00Comments on Thoughts of the Thought-Less: The Different AngleShimaa Gamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13250945889265508611noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546632763501563636.post-28232617946902791452008-03-11T12:37:00.000+02:002008-03-11T12:37:00.000+02:00Hello DearI once read someone describing friendshi...Hello Dear<BR/>I once read someone describing friendship, he wrote that our friends are those ones we would meet, keep silent then go home feeling that we had the most fruitful discussions in our lives. Friends accept us the way we are; it is a relation by free-well. We choose our friends, we select them and we make the obligation of being there. No one choose his family, your obligations to your family comes with your birth certificate. No one choose his co-workers, it kind of comes with the job and if you couldn’t fit you have to make the decision of tolerating or quitting. <BR/>Only our friends are the people we choose. Our love to them is our source of obligation. As you said, friends care about everything even the perfect none sense. Because they are the only ones who could understand how this none sense could mean lots of us.<BR/>When friends get involved, things change. Not because the friendship faded but simply because when it comes to man/ woman relations expectations rule. And expectations lead to resentment and disappointment. It is us who sometimes kick friendship out. Our loved ones aren’t supposed to be our best friends. But if we were blessed to have our best friends as our lovers this would be the best thing in the world.<BR/>It is not easy to maintain a friendship after break-up. It takes a lot of courage. Many will say that love can’t be degraded to friendship. I see it from a different perspective. Friendship isn’t a degradation of love. In many times friendship is the upgrade. <BR/>When I close my eyes and see myself in love and old. I don’t see an old woman fighting with an old man. I don’t see lust. I don’t see anything but a safe company, a pure friendship that was enhanced by a long companionship. My idea of a perfect love is the feelings that will be sustained regardless how bad things went. What will remain after everything else is gone. <BR/><BR/>Have a great day dearShimaa Gamalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13250945889265508611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546632763501563636.post-61123766019053046972008-03-11T11:32:00.000+02:002008-03-11T11:32:00.000+02:00freinds are not a man and a woman ... they are onl...freinds are not a man and a woman ... they are only two beings caring for each other's issues, even if they are perfect nonsense <BR/><BR/>strange that although it should get stronger when they are engaged ... this layer seems to fade !!<BR/><BR/>arent our loved ones ... supposed to be also our freinds ?<BR/>--------------------------------<BR/><BR/>the different angle ... i have experienced that with my Ex fiancee .. after we reached a dead end ... we succeded to switch into a lovely freindship .. it will last<BR/>... beautiful and stable ... <BR/>---------------------------------<BR/><BR/>love ... lust ... union of body, soul, and mind !! that is different ... and requires lots of work that few can do<BR/><BR/>u touched me ... with this post!!Egyptiana Trapped Soulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18047984157989256186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546632763501563636.post-66826497047548740632008-03-07T15:07:00.000+02:002008-03-07T15:07:00.000+02:00Dearest OH/OB,I reckon you're the one seeing the i...Dearest OH/OB,<BR/><BR/>I reckon you're the one seeing the inside of Shimaa from a very different perspective (or angle in this case).<BR/><BR/>The clarity and sensitivity the Miss Gamal has shown in her posts are but the sheer reflection of how she regards freindship in sacred shrouds. It is how she cherishes people in general and friends as human being worth to be loved and considered. Her 'love' for Brad is like her love to any other person she sees as a source of comfort and enjoys his/her company. So unfortunatley it is not the kind of love you think it is, but it is the rarest of all types of love; a love of a friend. This love is not nesseccarily woman to man, or romantic love. It's more like human to human love.<BR/><BR/>Her sensitivity and sentiments pour out of her to flood valleys of dry valleys and barren lands, her love and huge heart fill up the gaps amidst dessert cracks and warm raindrops heal thirsty terrains.<BR/><BR/>everything she writes, and everything she does or even says, shows what miracles a big heart can produce.<BR/><BR/>I must admit that I myself have an ocean-load of love for her, for everything in her; the girl, the womann, the mother, the daughter, the sister, the writer, the cook, her voice, her attractive looks, her skin, her smile, her and last but not least: her "couer d'or".<BR/><BR/>Because I believe that the Almighty works in mysterious ways; I think that this is his way of proving that Shimaa Gamal (his masterpiece) is unmatched, because he hasn't created the man worth having her as of yet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546632763501563636.post-64263389914926833032008-03-04T13:35:00.000+02:002008-03-04T13:35:00.000+02:00Realy this Man is lucky to find a girl love him by...Realy this Man is lucky to find a girl love him by this way.<BR/><BR/>may be u think u don't love him<BR/><BR/>but wat i can see in this post is more than love.<BR/><BR/>its a graet feelings <BR/><BR/>it is a great post<BR/><BR/>Again <BR/>O.H.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546632763501563636.post-17417970184294313882008-03-04T13:10:00.000+02:002008-03-04T13:10:00.000+02:00I am Realy happy for you.beutiful emotions you are...I am Realy happy for you.<BR/>beutiful emotions you are showing in this post.<BR/>I felt you are realy happy when you was writing that. <BR/>Peutiful girl with a great and clear heart.<BR/><BR/>Hoa dah al true love<BR/><BR/>Yours,<BR/>O.B.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com