Secrets of Feeling

You only feel the shirt on your body at the moment you put it on... and at the moment you take it off... but in the long hours between the two moments... while it is on your body, you do not feel it... it is on your body... It touches your skin and wraps around your chest, back, and arms, but you do not feel it or feel its presence. Likewise, a woman feels it as you begin to marry her during the period of acquaintance, engagement, book writing, and honeymoon. If you wear it completely like a t-shirt and surround your chest, back, and arms, you lose the feeling of its presence. It becomes like a piece of furniture in the house that you enter every day to find in its place. Like a view. What you look at from your window excites you for the first time, then it becomes ordinary and you completely forget about it... and the woman remains forgotten like a victor... until the moment comes when a dispute arises between you and her and the marriage teeters on the precipice of divorce, and you begin to take it off just as you take off your shirt... and in that moment you return to feeling her. Violently, your heart trembles from fear of leaving her. The marriage they call a happy marriage... the marriage in which love lasts and the relationship between the spouses is organized in a calm, monotonous context... in which each person's feeling for the other fades and the glow extinguishes from the hearts of both... What is the secret? The secret is in neurochemistry. Our nerves are made in a special way. They sense moments of transition and do not sense continuity. When you open the window suddenly, you hear the dust of the street filling your ears. Then the dust diminishes little by little when its noise continues in your ear. And when you ride the elevator, you feel... The moment it moves... and the moment it stops... but in the long minute between the two moments, you do not feel it because its movement is continuous... and when you look at the sun for the first time, your eyes become cloudy, but when you get used to it, you glide in it without being affected... and when you live enjoying health Continuously, you do not feel this health... and you do not remember it except when you get sick... and when you enter prison, you lose weight in the first months, because you feel the difference between the air of freedom and the air of the cell... then you get used to the cell and lose your sense of its tightness... and you begin to eat with appetite and get fat... the constant The killer of feeling... because our nerves are naturally incapable of feeling stimuli that last... We are made of mortality... We do not perceive things except at the moment of their disappearance... We feel our wealth when it escapes from our hand... We feel our health when we lose it... We feel our love when we lose it... If something remains in our hand, we lose our sense of it...

How does a wife protect her husband and make his love last?

There is only one way... to change... and transform into a new woman every day... and not give herself to her husband. To the end, she escapes from his hand the moment he thinks he has possessed her, and sleeps like a chick in his arms the moment he thinks he has lost her... and surprises him with colors of emotion, interest, and kindness that he did not expect... and surrounds herself with a changing atmosphere... and changes the decor and details of the house... and the colors of the food and its presentation. . The wife must be a Ghanaian to keep her husband’s heart young and burning.. The husband must be an artist to keep his wife’s love burning and new.. He must be new in his clothes, his words, and his flirting.. and he must change the joke he tells at the end of the night.. and the way he spends his vacation. Week.. and he keeps an unexpected surprise to surprise his wife every moment.. In the past, the wife volunteered to accept the husband as her share and share, and she loved him as she loves God’s command.. and the husband used to marry to live.. and marriage was successful because it was supported by a divine will that is stronger than love and stronger than happiness. And stronger than anything... the wife used to think her husband was good and she loved him as a criminal... and she loved him sick... and she loved him in good health... and her love was in reality more religiosity and belief than love... but now the wife reads newspapers, goes to the movies, listens to the radio, and asks her husband for continuous love affairs of a kind. The Loves of Rock Hudson... For a marriage to be successful, the husband must be an acrobat... and the wife an acrobat... so that both of them put chili in the love pie every day... and of course marriage is now more delicious than in the past... but it is tired and overwhelmed with its problems... and I prefer a marriage in which I can relax than a marriage in which I somersault. On it every day, I can move my wife’s nerves and preserve her love.. and renew her appetite for me.. I prefer for my wife to love me religiously.. so that I can be her man, her home, and her life.. and our love will last because it is a belief and faith before it is love.. But where are the old days? These are dreams. In this generation of impish girls, we have nothing to do now but the tricks of Rock Hudson.. We have nothing to do but unnerve our wives’ nerves and offer them emotional delicacies of every color... so that we can keep them... and so that they can keep us... From a book on love and life by the writer Mustafa Mahmoud