Plushness

At the expo, saw something that i really want. A well built, 80 year old man in a crisp white, well-ironed dishdasha and chraimba pushing his wife in a wheel chair, around the exhibition grounds. They stopped at the stand where i was at, and this was their conversation:

Husband (bending down to speak to his wife softly): Tebeen hatha?
Wife (hair very black, in her best 3abat and cute floral grandma dress that she probably got the material for from Liberty): La shasawee feeh?
Husband: Iktheeh yemkin te7tajaina.
Wife: Madri
Husband (handing over 2 of the items they were debating about to the saleswoman along with 1 KD): hach 7e6eeliahum ib chees.

And they went along to the next stand.

I stood there looking at them and of course neither of them noticed me because each were each other's world. All i was thinking is 'Masha'Allah i want that'.

The husband was too old to push the wheel chair, but he was doing it probably because he doesn't want anyone but himself to push his wife's chair and because he was not used to depending on anyone but himself. It keeps him lively and alife. The husband still sees it as his duty to provide for his wife, even if its something they neither need, but it makes him feel good. She also probably feels very proud that her husband still sees her as a woman and not an old lady that he HAS to take care off. They share. They go to exhibitions just to stay involved in life (rather than wait for God) AND they want to save a few dinars with the exhibition specials. It was a nice day.

And this is what I want.

(Allah ihaneehum & ya36eehum 6oolat 3umr and sa7a o 3afia)