The rest of my love

Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. What does this song mean to you? For the last train to be here? Song Discussions is protected by U. What does this song mean to you? Song Discussions is protected by U. Official Music Video by Maher Zain. I listened to this song completely by chance first.

But just after the first time I was really really impressed. This piece of music reminds us of true love, for which we all crave. Still after passing a long time I’m addicted to listen to it every now and often and one day eventually I’ll present it to the love of my life. When I first listened to this beautiful song, just cried. Thank you for this beautiful song. Words can’t describe the feelings . You are hero i really listen it every day at least for times thank you very much indeed maher. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed. Diversi-Tune videos in High Def on Vimeo.

I’d done so many scary things in my life, but this might be the scariest. Heroes come in all circumstances and ages. Elderly women in a retirement community in Mill Valley protested the war in Iraq on a busy thoroughfare with placards every Friday for years. I may have done the most heroic thing of all. The thing was, I had just done something brave, which was to write a memoir with my son, tour the East Coast together, and appear on stages before hundreds of people at a time. But one dream coming true doesn’t mean you give up on other lifelong dreams. You’re not dream-greedy to want, say, a cool career and a mate. And having realized this one long-shot dream with my grown child gave me the confidence to try something even harder: to date. I recoil even from the word “date,” let alone the concept of possibly beginning a romantic relationship. I have an almost perfect life, even though I’ve been single since my last long-term boyfriend and I broke up four years ago.

I really do, insofar as that is possible in this vale of tears — a cherished family, a grandchild, church, career, sobriety, two dogs, daily hikes, naps, perfect friends. But sometimes I am lonely for a partner, a soul mate, a husband. I had loved the sleeping alone part. I rarely missed sex: I had tiny boundary issues in all those years of drinking, and by my early 20s I had used up my lifelong allotment. I do love what Wodehouse called the old oompus-boompus when it happens to be in progress, but wouldn’t go out of my way. Additionally, I have spent approximately 1,736 hours of this one precious life waiting for the man to finish, and pretending that felt good. What I missed was checking in all day with my person, daydreaming about him, and watching TV together at night. There, I’ve said it: I wanted someone to text all day, and watch TV with. I am skittish about relationships, as most of the marriages I’ve seen up close have been ruinous for one or both parties. In four-fifths of them, the men want to have sex way more often than the women do.

I would say almost none of the women would care if they ever got laid again, even when they are in good marriages. They do it because the man wants to. It is not on the women’s bucket lists. I’m sorry to have to tell you this. I would say that CPAP machines are the greatest advance in marital joy since the vibrator. It transforms an experience similar to sleeping next to a dying silverback gorilla into sleeping next to an aquarium. And the women are not crazy about the men’s secret Internet porn lives. But perhaps we will discuss this at another time.

the rest of my love

the rest of my love