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I didn’t even notice this until now, but I’ve got 101 posts, not counting this one! That’s a bit surprising, and I don’t know why.. But it’s nice.

My life has never been an easy one to live. I have seen and done many things in what years I’ve been alive.. Through all the challenges I’ve faced, I can only wish that I’d have come on top every time. I’ve never allowed failure to discourage me completely. I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t discourage me at all, but then it’s only natural to be disappointed.

Instead of allowing those feelings to push me towards quitting, I harness it. I use it to remind myself how I don’t want to feel. I then try again. Persistence, and general stubbornness are just a few of my more flattering characteristics.

With my siblings back from Lebanon, I’ve now a bigger burden to heave. This should be interesting.

To live the life of a nomad, you know no home. You have no base, and you constantly move around. These days, being a nomad is as it was years ago. Except now we’ve got cars, planes, and trains to help us move around the land in much faster paces. We can haul our things with us, almost effortlessly.
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At the very least, you can expect that people will almost always surprise you. I do not mean that everyone you encounter will. What I mean is that some of those you meet may do so at any moment, given the opportunity arises. They may shock you in a positive way, or they may do so negatively. That’s all part of the surprise…
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The easy way isn’t always the right way to go. In fact, doing what is correct for oneself is possibly the hardest thing one can do – especially when investments are made into emotion. Time does not always heal, but can most certainly make an impact on everything and can often provide the gift of revelation.
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Being one who spends a lot of time by myself, I can’t help but think a lot. I ponder my life, my words, my future, my past… I just sit and wonder. I ask myself question after question. At times, only to end up with no answers. I suppose that’s the most frustrating part… Not being able to satisfy my own inquiries…

But that shouldn’t be too surprising – as no one has all the answers, right?
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I have totally changed up the front page.

As my mind continues to crave something bigger and better, I have decided to make real use of my domain. I have this desire to start and run a legitimate and successful business. I’m sure that if I really wanted to, I could probably figure out how to make a self-sustaining website; But that isn’t my interest.

I really want to advertise myself, and not others. One thing I hate the most is pages chock-full of Google ads. I can almost promise you that you won’t see any of those on my pages. In my opinion they are in bad taste, and it only helps others get around. Seriously, who wants to visit a page where they’d have to click through a million and a half ads to get to some real content? Not me.

Anyways — It’s early, and I still have to get ready for work. I’ll try and update again later with something nice for y’all. Deuce.

I suppose that fair is fair. The same way men have their expectations for their future wife, women must have some for their prospective mates as well. What I don’t fully understand is why is it when a man wants something similar to a “house wife” he all of a sudden becomes chauvinist?

As a Muslim male, I grew up and my mom was always at home. My mom would be the poster image of a housewife. I have nothing against women who work, nor do I oppose women who seek higher education. I applaud and encourage such things. I have 2 sisters, you know. Both of whom I love dearly. I want for them what I’d want for myself. Security, happiness and education.

I want a woman who will care for me. I want to feel nurtured, loved and wanted. No, I want to feel needed. Don’t get me wrong.. This isn’t “just about what I want.” This just is.

I want a girl who is smart. Someone who can hold their end of a conversation. A girl who can put me in my place when I’m wrong, but encourage me when I’m right. I want her support more than anything. When I come home after a long days work, I want to be greeted by the one I love.

I don’t want to take the backseat to anything. I want to be considered in her eyes, as important as I feel she is to me. I want to be pushed into the right direction. I don’t want to be belittled or tossed aside. I believe that the duty of a man is to provide shelter, food and other such necessities. I also believe it to be the responsibility of the man to help around the house when he can, but not be reprimanded when he can’t. I want a woman who is going to understand that a lot of energy goes into a hard days work.

My ideal wife would go to school with me. We’d maybe have a class or two together. Hold off on kids until we graduate. She would share some of my interests, but doesn’t have to share them all. I want a companion. A partner. A best friend. Most of all, I want someone patient.

My entire life hasn’t been about what I want, or what I need. Nor has it been about how I want to attain it. It’s always been about family, and my family comes first. So is it wrong for me to at least have some kind of imagery as to what I’d like the rest of my days to be like?

I plan on building the grandest Mosque America has ever seen. I want to build a farm where impoverished families can get a second start. I wish to begin construction projects far and wide throughout my homeland, and put some dollars in my countrymen pockets. I want a wife who wants to help me accomplish all this, as I want to help her accomplish her dreams.

I mostly want someone who will take the time to really understand me. I think I’m a pretty nice person. I wouldn’t ever expect something from someone that I wouldn’t expect of myself. I know that I’ll surely respect the wishes and dreams of my significant other; I just want her to do the same for me.

I know that I’ll be able to support and stand by her through whatever she wishes. Is it so much to want the same for myself? Basically, I want unconditional love and everything that comes along with it… Is that too much to ask for, or am I setting goals too far out of reach?

OH MY.

Today, I decide to go running in the early morning. I wake up around 5:45am and proceed to ready myself for PT. It didn’t take me five minutes after I had left my house to realize that my lung capacity has diminished since the last time I was in gym. If I were a circle to begin with, I’d be a pretty lousy circle. That’s how out of shape I seem to be.

I’ve figured it to be the fault of laziness, cigarette smoke and time. I can’t blame anyone but myself, as I ingested these attributes onto myself. So? Where do I start? Well, I’ve deduced that instead of running in the morning, I should try to walk a mile. If you crawl before you walk, then I’m going to walk before I run. Makes sense… Right?

Anyways – Sitting my bottom on this chair isn’t going to help get me back into shape. I’m going to go work out; or try to anyways. It’s only as hard as you make it