After 1 year, me and Habibi split

I don't really know how to write this post, but I feel like I have to talk about it. It 's a very deep part of my life at the moment, so there's no way I can keep going without bringing this to the blog.

Me and Habibi have been always on and off, lots of issues going on, and it actually came to an end.
I am crying as I write this post, because I am not sure how I'm going to do through this.

"Charlie Hebdo", Muslims and the attack in Paris - my opinion

I'm trying to keep myself cold in this subject.

To be honest, all this thing ... I don't buy it.

I don't understand what people have in mind when being cruel - and I mean killing or other kinds of cruelty, even physical or psychological torture - since it doesn't come to my mind to hurt any kind of life.

This world has always been lost. It's not new that we, humans, have the power to destroy everything, including ourselves. We kill, we steal, we hurt, we torture, most of the times with NO reason. I mean there is no excuse to do such a thing, but I still get surprised when I see people doing whatever they think they can do, without even thinking of the others.

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We went then to the Imam’s office, full of books in Arabic, including the Qur'an. The Imam, me and Habibi and two witnesses, it was enough for the ceremony. We started talking about the marriage itself and everything was explained on how the ceremony would be.

We talked about Mahr – the wedding gift the groom must offer to the bride or to her family. It can be a big amount of money or a very valuable object that automatically becomes the bride’s property. It’s supposed to be a support for the future wife in case that something happens to the husband. It must match the bride’s wishes.

They asked me what I wanted as Mahr. £10.000? £100.000? It didn’t really matter to me, so we accorded Habibi must offer me £500, as a symbol.

Married in Islam - part 1/2

For some time we have been discussing about marrying in his religion to make it Halal in front of Allah. Something simple, with no family and no friends – with not even papers! - only for us to make official our intention of having a long life together –inshallah!