i'm thankfull for these things

p.s don't get used to this "sunshine mood" Rehab city and my key, makes me feel I've a place to turn to whenever i can't find my way. the smell of coffee Breakfasts, coffees, lunches and phone calls with special people who don't need small talk. dear people whom I would tell "call you back" and then call them back a week later. friends who would listen to me going on and on and on about useless blah blah blahs and they still would have the decency to not bang my head (or theirs) against the wall in despair! a father who compares me to Israel whenever I try to act friendly with him (and end up taking his space and sharing his food!) a father (the same man) who would say that an age difference of 20 yrs is not much between spouses, but would immediately yell at me when I say, so it is OK for me to marry a guy in his late-40s. a mother who would understand when I tell her that as a child I used to wonder why my father married HER, as a teenager I used to wonder why SHE married him, and as an adult, I understand and I hope to have what she had. believing in a God who treats/judges us "bema howa ahloh" not "bema na7no ahloh". having been loved by people throughout my life, not so much so that one person would kill himself for me, but enough that ALL the people who love(d) me combined would sacrifice maybe a small chicken or something for me. Well, maybe just a pigeon, or a frog. Something! having special people in my life who understand (and hate) my attachments, detachments, and general commitment phobia. being able to remember names, faces, and events that I only know through the cyber space (thank you Facebook, Blogger, and Twitter), even if it gives me a creepy, stalker-ish edge! feeling that life is both over- and under- rated. having A.S may he be resting in peace as a mentor/friend who brought me to tears with anger, intensity, and happiness at different points over the years.. who called me a drunk Sufi sometimes and 3abla Kamel other times.. who made me see how scared I am of people having expectations from me, and who made me look for answers and patterns, and helped me understanding that the "dog crossed the road" just because the dog crossed the road.