YOUR MOM MAKES ME HAPPY


*Episode 1: A Father's Wisdom*

Ahmed sat on the porch, sipping his morning tea, watching the sun rise over the horizon. His son, Omar, joined him, looking troubled. Ahmed put down his cup and asked, "What's on your mind, son?"

Omar sighed. "Dad, I'm thinking about marriage. I've met someone, but I'm not sure if she's the one."

Ahmed's eyes lit up. "Tell me about her. What's she like?"

Omar hesitated. "She's amazing, Dad. She's kind, smart, and beautiful. But I'm not sure if I'm ready."

Ahmed nodded thoughtfully. "Omar, when I met your mom, I knew she was special. She brought peace and happiness into my life. Your mom makes me happy, son. She calms my storms and brightens my days."

Omar looked curious. "What do you mean?"

Ahmed smiled. "Your mom has a way of making me feel seen and heard. She understands me like no one else. When we're together, everything feels right. That's what I want for you, son – someone who brings you peace and happiness."

Omar thought about his parents' relationship. They had their ups and downs, but his mom's presence seemed to soothe his dad's worries. He realized that his dad was right; he wanted someone who made him feel the same way.

"But how did you know Mom was the one?" Omar asked.

Ahmed's eyes sparkled. "I knew when I felt at peace with her. When I was with her, I felt like I could be myself without fear of judgment. Your mom makes me happy, Omar. She loves me for who I am, and I love her for who she is."

Omar nodded, taking in his father's words. He thought about his girlfriend and how she made him feel. Was she the one who could bring him peace and happiness?

As they sat in silence, watching the sun rise higher in the sky, Ahmed put his hand on Omar's shoulder. "Son, I want you to find someone who makes you happy, someone who brings you peace. Don't settle for anything less."

Omar looked at his dad, feeling a sense of determination. He was going to take his father's advice and see where it led him...

To be continued...
YOUR MOM MAKES ME HAPPY *Episode 1: A Father's Wisdom* Ahmed sat on the porch, sipping his morning tea, watching the sun rise over the horizon. His son, Omar, joined him, looking troubled. Ahmed put down his cup and asked, "What's on your mind, son?" Omar sighed. "Dad, I'm thinking about marriage. I've met someone, but I'm not sure if she's the one." Ahmed's eyes lit up. "Tell me about her. What's she like?" Omar hesitated. "She's amazing, Dad. She's kind, smart, and beautiful. But I'm not sure if I'm ready." Ahmed nodded thoughtfully. "Omar, when I met your mom, I knew she was special. She brought peace and happiness into my life. Your mom makes me happy, son. She calms my storms and brightens my days." Omar looked curious. "What do you mean?" Ahmed smiled. "Your mom has a way of making me feel seen and heard. She understands me like no one else. When we're together, everything feels right. That's what I want for you, son – someone who brings you peace and happiness." Omar thought about his parents' relationship. They had their ups and downs, but his mom's presence seemed to soothe his dad's worries. He realized that his dad was right; he wanted someone who made him feel the same way. "But how did you know Mom was the one?" Omar asked. Ahmed's eyes sparkled. "I knew when I felt at peace with her. When I was with her, I felt like I could be myself without fear of judgment. Your mom makes me happy, Omar. She loves me for who I am, and I love her for who she is." Omar nodded, taking in his father's words. He thought about his girlfriend and how she made him feel. Was she the one who could bring him peace and happiness? As they sat in silence, watching the sun rise higher in the sky, Ahmed put his hand on Omar's shoulder. "Son, I want you to find someone who makes you happy, someone who brings you peace. Don't settle for anything less." Omar looked at his dad, feeling a sense of determination. He was going to take his father's advice and see where it led him... To be continued...
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