It is All Within You: Day 45 of 365 Days of Love

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It is All Within You: Day 45 of 365 Days of Love

Contributed by: Imane

Story from: Algeria



I sat in my living room drinking my fresh coffee and reading a book about life. Then all of a sudden I had a feeling, as if a whisper in my ear from someone telling me to put the book down to have a conversation.

 

Being a woman who listened to my gut, I put the book and coffee down.

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Immediately I heard the voice again, “What is that you seek Imane?”

 

Without any thought, I replied “ Love”

 

“That you already have”

 

I specify “Romantic love.”

 

“Aah. That is different my dear and you know how to welcome it.”

 

Silence.



Life is quite simple my dear. As Rumi says

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Only when you understand that deeply and fully will you be gifted with the romantic love you so deeply seek.

 

Puff.

 

 

He left.

 

And now I am left with understanding what he meant…His simple yet profound advice.

 

Stay tuned for part 2 of this story.


Hi Everyone!

This is Aida, Founder of 365 Days of Love <3

Thank you Imane for this beautiful story. So simple yet profound. Can’t wait for part 2.

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Where Is He?: Day 44 of 365 Days of Love

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Where Is He?: Day 44 of 365 Days of Love

Contributed by: Laura

Story from: London, UK


I sit alone at home, content with myself.

On paper I have everything I need.

I have a safe home.

I have whatever food I want.

I live in an incredible city - London.

I have a family I can call at any time

and incredible friends.


So I find myself feeling guilty when I feel a gap in my heart

when I feel a sadness in my soul.

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I find myself sitting in my beautiful home wondering when will I share it with someone? when will I be able to lay my head down on his lap while we watch a movie and he simultaneously plays with my hair.


When will he come?

He may come tomorrow, in 1 year, 10 or never. And I have to learn how to make peace with all outcomes.


To anyone reading this, what would you do? I know that only once I feel so full and at peace with whatever outcome he will come (I have learnt that life is quite ironic). But getting there has been a struggle.


Any advice would be deeply valued.


With Love,

Laura


Hi Everyone!

This is Aida, Founder of 365 Days of Love <3

Thank you Laura for being so honest about your struggles. I relate and can’t wait to hear peoples advice, I certainly need to learn what to do.

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I Slept With A Man I Just Met: Day 43 of 365 Days of Love

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I Slept With A Man I Just Met: Day 43 of 365 Days of Love

Contributed by: An Anonymous Woman

Story from: New York, USA


I grew up with the vision of saving myself till marriage. I envisioned getting married to the man of my dreams, the man who will on our wedding night slowly unwrap his gift - my body and all of me.


I envisioned it being the start of many meaningful and ofcourse satisfying nights. I envisioned it being a safe, fun and pleasurable experience followed by hugs, cuddles, kisses and a good morning the morning after followed by breakfast in bed.

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But no one told me the reality could be different.

No one warned me of the other side of sex, lust and love.


I fell in love once at the age of 24 and it ended in heart break (while still having saved myself for that potential future husband). That heart break never stopped me in believing in love.

Fast forward 4 years, at age 28 I lost my virginity.

I lost it to someone I just met.

How?

How did it happen?

Why?

Why did it happen?

I still don’t know but I hope my story inspires someone to do things a bit differently than I did..


As I write this a mixed emotions of sadness, relief, guilt, pleasure, happiness, freedom and disappointment floods my heart. I never knew I could feel this many emotions over one memory.
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I’ve been sitting starring at this screen trying to continue to write my story but nothing is coming out, its probably the guilt from stopping me. or perhaps confusion?
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Ok.. im back

So back to the story. The man I met was incredibly charming, handsome, funny and smart. All the things I loved. We spent 8 hours of talking, I haven’t talked and listened that much in one go in….. probably ever.

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He after eating and having my third glass of wine at around 9:30 pm he suggested we change the scene and go to his newly purchased home. In my reletavily innocent mind, we would probably just kiss… and maybeeeeeeee my hand will go under his shirt if things got really hot.

We walk into his house, and I was mesmerized. It was exactly how I wanted my house, zen, earthy cozy and loving. He takes my hand, strokes it so gently and looks me in the eyes and within half a second somehow we were in his bedroom and kissing on top of each other.



A half second later my dress was off

A half second later his pants were off

A half second later he was inside me.




I was probably in shock at how quickly this happened. I didn’t moan. I was just in shock, thinking to myself wait what is happening. Am I losing my virginity, that I saved for 28 years to a man I just met?



Wait but he didn’t ask

Wait wait wait

he didn’t check in on me while he went inside

wait wait waittttt

I’m being violated.

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I didn’t give him permission to go inside.

But

I also didn’t say anything.

Is that the same thing?

I don’t remember how long it took. I just remember it hurt. It felt unnatural because there was no love. Only lust. Temporary, momentary lust. He finished and rolled over on bed smiling. Seeming so satisfied. I lay on the bed next to him and said nothing but he didn’t notice. He was just happy and satisfied.


How could this be?

How could a man notice that I didn’t moan?

How could a man be so oblivious that I was just laying in bed with no reciprocation?

How could a man be so dissrepectful and not ask for permission to enter?





Actually maybe the question I should ask myself why didn’t I speak up and stop him? Why did I allow him to violate me? and sometimes I even ask was it a violation? Because apparently casual sex with strangers you just met is a thing in America….

I wish I could go back and whisper to younger me and tell her that you were right to wait for the right man because sex is so meaningful and an incredible force and should be valued for the deeper tool it is.

I wish I could go back to whisper to younger men who laid in bed unable to speak, to give her some courage to tell him to stop, to tell her that it is not okay for him to go inside without asking and to just assume that is ok.

I wish I could find that man again and tell me what wrong he has done and to not repeat it with other women. They may want to sleep with him on the first night but permission must be granted.

I wish I could tell all the young girls and boys to value sex. to not casualize it. to see the deep beauty it holds, and beauty like this should be cherished.

Think of him or her singing the below song for you. That’s the standard we need to aim for.

Today I have met someone who I love and happily have healthy sex. I love it and celebrate it every single day (even multiple times a day) but it is with someone who loves me before, during and after sex and that my dear makes all the difference on our conscious and subconscious self.




With Love,

XYZ (i’ll be keeping anonymous for this very personal story)


Hi Everyone!

This is Aida, Founder of 365 Days of Love <3

Thank you to the bravo woman for sharing this. This was definitely one of the most powerful stories and has many lessons within it.

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Broken Hearts Do Heal: Day 42 of 365 Days of Love

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Broken Hearts Do Heal: Day 42 of 365 Days of Love

Contributed by: An Anonymous Woman

Story from: Toronto, Canada



Just like these Disney movies, he was my prince charming and I was the innocent and young girl - just like Cinderella. He was everything that I ever wanted in a man.

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We dated for over a year and everything was incredible, just out of a movie (well the scenes where happiness and romance took over).

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On the 9th of January of that year I called him to wish him good morning as I did for the past 365 days but this time it was different - there was no answer. For 7 days I called and called with the same outcome - no answer. Until the 8th day when the phone was no longer in service and he disappeared without a trace.

Then I get a call from his closest friend informing me that my boyfriend has moved to a different country and for me to stop trying to get in touch.

To tell you I was shattered, would still be an understatement. How did this happen? Why did this happen? I was Cinderella with my Prince just 8 days ago, there were no signs of an evil witch or wizard anywhere. What happened?

I was drowned in pain , I was shattered, emotionally and mentally confused not knowing how could the past year of intense love and emotions all end in one second, no explanation no justification - nothing. 


With time I realized I had a choice either to let it kill me and be eaten by all the insecurities in the world, or I foster my thirst to heal and read every book to help myself and heart heal. 


The choice was very hard to make.

Because some days the idea of being victimized and staying in my bed crying my agony away was the easy way out.

On other days I was so desperate to get  out of this phase and forget all about it, to just move on.


Looking back at it now I think this was the best thing that ever happened to me as it made me deeply determined to be the best version of myself. My thirst for knowledge, expansion, growth led me to be guided by all these random signs in life just like when I walked into Virgin Mega Stores and was called to pick up this book “Who will cry when you die” by Rhobin Sharma".

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I won’t tell you what I learnt from this book as I urge you to read it and his other book “The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari” as they were both books that helped transform me and I am pretty sure they will for you too (at least I hope it helps you in some way)


As the universe works in mysterious ways and is really here to help us, I learnt from a friend that Robin Sharma was coming to the country I was living in at the time (a place that rarely believes in such self-help workshops). At that moment I felt like the universe was hugging me and walking me through the right steps in order for me to move on, of course I took it as a sign and I have attended the course.


There are many more elements to my story but my biggest lesson from it was to never judge a situation as is, sometimes when things are falling apart they are actually falling into place.


I still do not know what happened to my past “Prince” but I learnt from the worst abandonment story of my life, the most painful one because it had turned me in to the best version of my self. It helped me work so hard and to truly become what I always wanted to be - a successful, smart women. 

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Kintsugi (or Kintsukuroi, which means “golden repair”) celebrates the is the centuries-old Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with a special lacquer dusted with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. Beautiful seams of gold glint in the cracks of ceramic ware, giving a unique appearance to the piece.

This repair method celebrates each artifact’s unique history by emphasizing its fractures and breaks instead of hiding or disguising them. Kintsugi often makes the repaired piece even more beautiful than the original, revitalizing it with new life.


I still find myself sometimes terrified to fall in love again and potentially get heartbroken but with time the concept of falling in love is becoming easier because I know that I am unique and if I survived that shock, I could survive pretty much any form of a break up and am still despite the past am a strong believer in love ———- SO bring it on !

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Spending Thanksgiving Alone: Day 41 of 365 Days of Love

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Spending Thanksgiving Alone: Day 41 of 365 Days of Love

When you think of Thanksgiving what images come to mind? Is it family and friends coming together? Is it Turkey and cranberries spread out on a beautiful dining table?

Well I certainly did imagine these things and had them for the past years, which makes this year a really odd one. Today, on Thanksgiving day, I am spending it alone. No people around and certainly no Turkey.

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Sounds sad right?


But it is quite the contrary, and that is why I am writing to you today with the simple message that being alone and at peace is one of the biggest blessings.


I can imagine your face shifted and your thoughts were: what is this crazy woman saying.. hold on and read on.

When one is alone in this very noise, busy and modern world, one can gain deep insights into where they are emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually. When you are alone and I mean truly alone, not trying to drown out your alone(ness) with noise and distractions from social media and TV, you are forced to be with your true current self.

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For some the thought of being alone is scary, and for those people especially that time is crucial because

running away from yourself is so short-lived, temporary and unsustainable.

I used to be one of those people who couldn’t be alone years ago and for me instead of drowning myself in social media noise, I dived deep into work. I worked day and night so I won’t have to be alone. I had a dial list of people who I would call up if I had to spend some time alone and go out, get tired then head home only to sleep.

But then I was forced, literally, to be alone.

I became semi-paralyzed for years and spent many fearful nights at home bed ridden. Some of these nights were the scariest of my life because I had no distractions and had to face myself.

To make a long-story short, I was forced to do the inner work. I worked through my inner insecurities, learnt how to let go and most importantly learnt how to love being me and being with me. I learnt at the end of the day we will all die by ourselves. We won’t die walking into heaven (or hell) with our loved ones, or our neighbors or our boss.

We will be walking in by our individual selves, so why only learn how to walk by ourselves once we die? Why not start learning how to do that in a healthy way while we are still alive?

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So back to today, back to Thanksgiving day.

I sit alone not out of choice, it was out of circumstance and I certainly hope that next year I will be able to spend it with loved ones, with a beautiful community and ofcourse plenty of Turkey.

But what I am deeply proud of within myself, is that I feel a deep sense of fulfillment rather than lack despite being alone on this holiday.

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I am fulfilled because I know circumstances do not define who I am today.

I am fulfilled because I am content with who I am today.

I am fulfilled because I am proud of where I am today.

I am fulfilled because I love who I am today.

I am fulfilled because I have hope and a huge heart that believes that things such as family to spend Thanksgiving with will come in due time.

So if you are alone on Thanksgiving or any other day, my advice to you is to celebrate that day because you are with the most important person you need to be with — You. I hope you get to know You quickly because life before we know it will flash before our eyes.

Make it count in whatever way you can.

With Love (and a happy heart),

Aida

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What Loss Has Taught Me: Day 40 of 365 Days of Love

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What Loss Has Taught Me: Day 40 of 365 Days of Love

Contributed by: An Anonymous Woman

Story from: Amman, Jordan



Having lost someone very dear to me at a relatively young age, the experience taught me many things.

It taught me strength.

It taught me courage.

It taught me about fate.

It taught me about life.

It taught me about death.

But more importantly, it taught me to LOVE.

I know it might sound cliche and repetitive but. . .


life. is. short. 


Today I have learnt to live with a different mindset, the mindset that lives for today. If something or someone makes you happy, say it, show it. Even if it means you can’t show it till forever, but who's to tell when forever ends?

You are living NOW, what if you woke up one morning and the person you love was no longer there? Or you weren't?

After all, what we’re all afraid of is letting down our ego, but our ego isn’t us.

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But then you’ll ask, "what if it was a one-sided love?" So what? As long as you know you’ve tried and you put yourself out there, even if the love isn’t reciprocated, to love is to show someone you love them. Otherwise, you’d say I LUST YOU.     

In the end, don’t we all want to be remembered for our courage, strength, faith, and everything we were when we were ALIVE?



“You want live fully? Then you have to love whole-heartedly. . . whilst you still can" 


Hi Everyone!

This is Aida, Founder of 365 Days of Love <3

A big thank you to the inspiring woman from Jordan for sharing her story. It’s such a strong reminder of how we can loose our loved ones at any moment and how we take many of the people around us for granted. What I like to remember is that we all have one thing in common and that is that we are going to die. All of us. Not a single person is immune. So why do we live without really living?

I would love to hear your thoughts on how you live, how do you remind yourself to be present, how do you invest in love and not take life for granted.

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Our Hearts Are Starving: Day 39 of 365 Days of Love

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Our Hearts Are Starving: Day 39 of 365 Days of Love

We eat to feed our body. 


We work to feed our bank account. 

 

The question is what are we doing to feed our heart?

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 There is no story. No pieces of advice. No lessons learnt.

 

Just a simple question for you.

 

How are you feeding your heart? How are you making sure your heart is not starving? 


After you have thought about it, we would love to hear and learn from you. I’m convinced that love is the only thing that can move this world forward and we need more of it.

 

Help us grow and help us become better investors in love. 

 

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Nov Playlist of Self-Love #2: Day 38 of 365 Days of Love

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Nov Playlist of Self-Love #2: Day 38 of 365 Days of Love

The 365 Days of Love team (aka Victoria and Aida) has decided to launch a playlist related to love every 15th of the month! Full playlist on Spotify here

(and be sure to subscribe!)


The theme of this month is Self-Love

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Chief Love Investor at 365 Days of Love


SELF-LOVE SONG 1: Ariana Grand - Thank u, next

SELF-LOVE SONG 2: Jain, Alright

SELF-LOVE SONG 3: IDER - You’ve Got Your Whole Life Ahead of You Baby

SELF-LOVE SONG 4: Lauren Daigle, Look Up Child

SELF-LOVE SONG 5: Whitney Houston - I’m Every Woman

The playlist is collaborative and we would love to have your songs on self-love! Subscribe and put in your songs here <3

With Love and Some Dancing,

Aida & Victoria

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Nov Playlist of Self-Love #1: Day 37 of 365 Days of Love

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Nov Playlist of Self-Love #1: Day 37 of 365 Days of Love

The 365 Days of Love team (aka Victoria and Aida) has decided to launch a playlist related to love every 15th of the month! Full playlist on Spotify here

(and be sure to subscribe!)


The theme of this month is Self-Love

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Love Investor at 365 Days of Love


Self-Love Song 1: Kali Uchis - After The Storm

Self-Love Song 2: India.Arie - Video

Self-Love Song 3: Solange - Borderline (An Ode to Self Care)

Self-Love Song 4: Thundercat - Them Changes

Self-Love Song 5: ICY GRL - Saweetie

The playlist is collaborative and we would love to have your songs on self-love! Subscribe and put in your songs here <3

With Love and Some Dancing,

Aida & Victoria

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The Most Complicated Relationship You’ll Ever Be In: Day 36 of 365 Days of Love

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The Most Complicated Relationship You’ll Ever Be In: Day 36 of 365 Days of Love

Contributed by: Hager Eldaas, Multimedia Journalist

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Story from: Queens New York, USA



I can’t place my finger on the exact day that I started hating my body, but I remember vividly all the moments that may have led up to it.

The first time I experienced a deep awareness of its existence, my body’s existence, was when I got my period. My mom had done her motherly duty of telling me that it was coming and what to expect when it did. But I was a late bloomer compared to my friends and I got mine at 13. I wasn’t excited or scared, nor was I confused about the changes ahead of me. I was not ashamed like I had heard many girls were when they spotted that first red stain. I was annoyed. I didn’t tell my mother and just kept changing my clothes and hoping that it would permanently go away. I wanted to wish it into disappearance. And it worked. I didn’t get my period the following month or the four after that. But after five months, it came back and had apparently grown more resilient. It’s been a regular visitor ever since.

I now know that there are other women who can claim the same feelings, but at 13, my epiphanies only lasted as long as my longest teenage crush, and so, aside from when I received my bi-weekly migraines, I went back to forgetting that I had a body.

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At 15, I was interrupted. I had fractured the same toe twice in one month. Afterwards, I was taken to a podiatrist who revealed to me that I was walking all wrong, but I knew for a fact that this was no fault of my own. I had my father’s walk—barely lifting our feet off the ground, exerting minimal effort to drag our bodies along and hoping they’d learn to cooperate. But it was understood that I’d have to develop a new walk because my toes could no longer afford to go on tripping over and bumping into chairs and doorways and whatever else came in their way.

I could imagine that somewhere in between the time that I was practicing my new walk and the time I did away with the idea that I’d ever perfect the new walk is when I started noticing that I didn’t like my body very much. I was probably around 17. I don’t remember the specific instance when I acknowledged that feeling, but I do recall staring at the mirror often during this time. Puberty had hit me hard and I was putting on the weight. It might’ve been one of those days when I was feeling particularly metaphysical and had caught my reflection in the mirror and thought to myself, “That’s me. I am that. That girl, the one that I’m looking at right now, is the same girl who’s thinking these exact thoughts.” I probably didn’t like what I saw.

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At 20, I started to feel sharp pains at the top of my stomach and down to the right side of my abdomen. Anything I ate made me sick, especially if it was spicy or oily, which was all I consumed when I was in college. At 21, they told me I had to get my gallbladder removed. It made sense. I hadn’t been very kind to it.

I spent the next few years trying to fixate some of the fascination I had for my mind onto my body. “No, I don’t have a body. I am a body, just as much as I am a mind and I am thoughts.” But at 27, I was in a hospital room as my father’s soul was exiting his body and the idea that the two were one was no longer sitting well with me.

Shortly after my father’s death, my ears started ringing (that’s what they call it, but it’s more of a whooshing— tinnitus is it’s official name). My neck pain was unbearable. My hands randomly numbed and tingled. My doctor ran tests and then recommended a psychologist and maybe some yoga. My symptoms were likely caused by trauma.

At 28, I tried yoga for the first time. It was nothing too serious, just me following along to a Youtube video. The instructor often repeated the same sentence, urging us to focus on our breathing, which proved to be an impossible task for me. My breaths just aren’t the most cooperative. But the exercises did make my neck feel better, so I kept up with them.

And now, at 29, I wish that I could end this by saying that through yoga and meditation, I have finally found a way to love my body or even that I’ve been tapped in to it’s flow, but no. Most days I forget that I have a body, that I am a body— I haven’t decided which one it is yet. But I can tell you this: I take it out for a daily stroll and I think it’s grown accustomed to it’s strange little walk because it rarely trips over it’s own feet anymore.

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Hi Everyone!

This is Aida, Founder of 365 Days of Love <3

First, a big thank you to the inspiring woman Hager for sharing her story. I battled for years on my body image and developing love for my body. It is indeed one of the biggest battle I have tackled and still find ways to improve it. I have finally found love for my body and where I am today. I learnt how to stop looking up and feeling inadequate when I looked at magazines with super model. I hope you have been working on your body image and body love because it is a key to self-love.

Second a big thank you to YOU for reading this and taking the time to care for yourself, your heart and your life. If you enjoyed this and have a story or thoughts on love that you would like to share please get in touch (button below). We have 329 more articles to share and we hope to hear from you!

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With Lots of Love,

Aida

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Sunflower: Day 35 of 365 Days of Love

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Sunflower: Day 35 of 365 Days of Love

If you’ve watched Netflix’s new teen rom-com Sierra Burgess is a Loser, a modern retelling of Cyrano de Bergeracstarring Stranger Things’ Shannon Purser and To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before’s Noah Centineo, you most likely are putting the song “Sunflower.” on repeat.

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Sunflowers play a pivotal role in the movie. If you've seen the film, you'll remember that Sierra asks Jamey (during one of her slightly creepy cat-fishing phone calls) what kind of flower he’d be, and he says she (believing that she's actually popular girl Veronica) would be a rose: “The queen flower all the other flowers are jealous of.”

Sierra sees herself as a sunflower; "a little funny" as she describes and quirky.

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Why is this on 365 Days of Love?

Because we as individuals are all different, unique and quirky in our own special ways. We never should mold ourselves to what is seen as popular but rather embrace who we truly are. Sierra in her powerful song embraces herself as a Sunflower rather than a Rose, hoping the man she loves will pick her despite not being the Rose all popular men were chasing after.

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Rose girls in glass vases
Perfect bodies, perfect faces
They all belong in magazines
Those girls the boys are chasing
Winning all the games they're playing
They're always in a different league

Stretching toward the sky like I don't care
Wishing you could see me standing there

But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you'd want me
If I could, I'd change overnight
I'd turn into something you'd like
But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you'd pick me
But I know you don't have a clue
This sunflower's waiting for you
Waiting for you

But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
And if I were her, maybe you'd pick me
But I know you don't have a clue
This sunflower's waiting for you
Waiting for you


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Saying No To Less: Day 34 of 365 Days of Love

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Saying No To Less: Day 34 of 365 Days of Love

Networking is always an interesting setting. It could be either extreme of completely authentic or completely fake.

This past weekend I attended the Harvard Arab Conference and in these two days I learnt a lot about entrepreneurship, investing and technology in the Arab region and met incredibly inspiring Arabs. But I also left much more empowered as a woman because I realized I can say what I used to find to be the hardest word:


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My dad growing up told me over and over again that the hardest word I would learn to say is no and I never quite understood that until I had to learn how to protect my heart because not everyone out there has the best intentions for me (basic thinking but I guess I was a bit naive and a super optimist).


At the conference I said many yes’s and many no’s including:

No to BS conversations.

No to bad energy.

No to people who (whether explicitly said or not) want short term things.

No to people who refuse to respect me.

No to people who refuse to hear my story and only want to share theirs.

No to people who didn’t see my worth, whether said through their words and the more telling body language.

Saying yes to the right kinds of people and no to the things that were not aligned with my values, situations and people was so empowering and freeing. Kind of got that same feeling that I had when I was on the Bali swing overlooking the thousands of trees, feeling so free, centered, in-tune with life and empowered by the things I chose.

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But a part of me still fidgets and feels slightly uncomfortable as I write this and saying out loud that I am valuable. I hope to one day reach the level of not having a single fidget and saying that I am valuable out proudly and with a humble exclamation point.

Why?

Because we must.

Not just for love

but for gender equality in the workforce.

for more seats to be available for us at the table.

for us women to able to support one another because when we each see our values then we will create the space to support each other, and remind each other never to forget what gems we are.

Not to be too dramatic or anything but our future generation depends on us. We are the ones who are setting through our every word and action we take be it an consciously or subconsciously.

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When we see our individual value and collective value as a community magic happens.

This magic needs to be continuously fostered by selecting the right partner in business, friendship and love. Getting to that right selection would inevitability mean that you (and I) will need to get used to saying no many times until we meet and are surrounded with people who amplify our value and celebrate it with us. So for Day 34 of 365 Days of Love I propose you take a few minutes to reflect today:

Where are you with your self-worth?

How many times have you said no or yes to something or someone?

and why?

Who are the people around you who amplify your self-worth and celebrate it?

And once you identify them send them a thank you message and amplify their amazingness, remind them because God knows in this crazy rollercoaster ride of life we need an awesome tribe who will cheer us on. Life is meant to be lived in amazing, powerful and meaningful communities.

With that, I wanted to thank Nora Yousif, Mona Mofawi, Asma Jaber and Dalia Tarabay for the panel discussion yesterday talking about Arab Women in the MENA region. You were all inspirations to me. Thank you for being models of incredible Arab women doing powerful things unapologetically.

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Why I Can't Say I Love You: Day 33 of 365 Days of Love

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Why I Can't Say I Love You: Day 33 of 365 Days of Love

Contributed by: Dania Shafei, a student of the world

Get to know her on Instagram

Story from: Maryland, USA


I’m 25 and it wasn’t until 2 weeks ago that I finally uttered the words “I love you” to my own family. Three words I gave up 10 years ago. It’s only been recently that I started to question why.


Why was I incapable of uttering 3 simple words?


It drove my little cousin insane. To understand why I had to back track to the time i swore it off and what my fallible understanding of love was.

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It wasn’t intentional. I didn’t suffer a teenage heartbreak nor lose someone I loved to some tragic accident. I didn’t think much about love in high school because it was a turbulent moment in my life. My mother passed away when I was almost 2 years old and my father was never really in the picture. I was raised by my mother’s parents in my uncle’s home in deep Maryland. At the end of middle school, one of my father figures (my grandfather) had passed away. And in the beginning of high school my grandmother (who has been a mother to me and raised me since birth) had decided to move back abroad, and I moved from one uncle’s house to another in the suburbs of DC. I lived with a semi ‘new’ family. I didn’t have a cell-phone and so I called my grandmother once a week or so. I was on my own. Living with a new family (even though they were my relatives) and being away from my grandmother for up to even a year at one point created a strain on that aspect of my life. 

They say it takes 30 days to build a habit...and soon enough I built the habit of not saying “I love you”. I valued those words so much that I didn’t throw them around. At the same time while living with my uncle’s family I was strengthening a new form of love - Love through service.

I didn’t feel comfortable with saying “I love you” to the family I started lived with and so I started to show it through action. Soon enough I found my tongue freezing to the words of “I love you” but my heart extending it’s hand to those it cared about most. My idea of love became warped. Why warped?


I started to strongly view acts of service as the strongest form of love and started to not trust the linguistics of love. This all came to hurt me when I started to devalue one form of love over another.

I started to question my friend’s and family’s love towards me when I didn’t see them reciprocating love in the way I thought was right.

And that’s when I realized with the help of my best friend that everyone shows love differently in different degrees.


Some people value showing love through words so much more than acts of service. And some people put so much value in showing love through physical touch than anything else. And yes by now you are thinking about my references to the 5 love languages but it’s more than just the languages… 

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I’m sure most of you have taken the love languages quiz where at the end of a 5 minute survey you’re told which form of love you value the most and which not so much. It’s a helpful test in understanding your love values but what I found was missing from these results was a big sign that says "no one love language is better than another".

Just because “acts of service” was highest on my list, it does not mean that someone not showing it to me means they love me any less. For them they might highly value words of affirmation more so than acts of service and them telling me they love me has just the same force of love as my service to them. And that’s when I had the self-epiphany and lesson.

I had to be considerate of what other’s valued as love if there was going to be an equal reciprocation and understanding of it.

Just because I found little value in saying 'I love you', does not mean that is the same to another person. For someone else, saying those words could provide them with so much comfort and could mean the world to them. 

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Understanding this has only gotten me to understand a small % of what love actually is.

Love is a pretty difficult topic for me to grasp. It’s been something i’ve been working on for most of 2018 and will continue to work on each month in 2019. Although it’s still not the new year, I wanted to take the two months prior to train myself to reflect on love each month with the hopes that every month in 2019 I learn something new or reassess my own understanding of it.

To capture and share my love lessons I’ll be publishing a new article on every 10th day of the month. Join me on Dania's Love-ology Journey with Aida’s 365 days of love!  Subscribe here :)

-Dania Shafei 


Hi Everyone!

This is Aida, Founder of 365 Days of Love <3

First, a big thank you to the inspiring woman Dania for sharing her story. I never actually never realized how for me saying I love you was so central to my expression of love and I thought that if I didn’t hear it back that meant the person didn’t love me as much. Thank you Dania for reminding me that love comes is communicated in different ways and we should find more ways to meet each other with understanding and love.

Second a big thank you to YOU for reading this and taking the time to care for yourself, your heart and your life. If you enjoyed this and have a story or thoughts on love that you would like to share please get in touch (button below). We have 332 more articles to share and we hope to hear from you!

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Is Love in a Marriage the Ultimate Kind of Love?: Day 32 of 365 Days of Love

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Is Love in a Marriage the Ultimate Kind of Love?: Day 32 of 365 Days of Love

Contributed by: Anonymous woman

Story from: Canada

When I was a kid, I fell in love with the idea of marriage and of having a husband. I truly thought marriage equals love and love is marriage. And that's all the love I'll ever need to feel whole.


As I grew into a teenager and an adult I daydreamed of myself waiting for my future husband in our future home wearing a sexy dress with perfect hair, skin and makeup while also having a meal prepared on our future dining table. I fell in love with that idea.

I was preparing myself to be a perfect wife.

I learned how to cook, I searched for the best ways to please my future husband in bed and I searched for sexy outfits to wear. I also made sure I always dressed modestly and looked like a perfect innocent girl while I was out in the world. I didn't talk to too many guys because my future husband wouldn't be happy with it. I saved my intimate self, my virginity and made sure I was pure for him. That's all I focused on as a teenager and in my early 20's. I was ready and determined that getting married and having kids were my ultimate goals in life.

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It's not until I actually got married that I realized how stupid and naive it was for me to build myself to be the perfect wife instead of me building myself to be the best version of myself. I didn't love myself. I was full of insecurities. I was defined by how people, specifically men, perceived me.

When I got married, I was on full service duty. I did everything and enjoyed it. I acted dumb. I acted cute. I acted sexy. I just did everything I thought men would like. I was obedient. I listened and did not argue. I followed directions without thinking. I stayed small and didn't cause any trouble. Even with me basically being a servant, my husband didn't seem happy and was becoming more disconnected and distant everyday . I felt like something was missing.

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WHAT WAS MISSING?


I eventually found out that my husband was having extra marital affairs and my life CRUMBLED! How could this be? How? I prepared for this man almost all my life. I prepared myself to be the best goddamn wife a man can ever ask for. How can he do this? My heart broke and shattered to pieces. My whole reality was shook. Why was I told all my life since I was a kid that I needed to be a perfect girl so that I’m marriage material.



Why was the whole focus of my growth to be the best wife?

Why wasn't I told to pursue my dreams?

To love myself?

To enjoy life?

Why was I told that I had to save myself for this one man?



I wasn't allowed to travel or do a lot of things until I got married. What kind of life is that? Why do some parents teach their daughters that their only goal in life is to get married, have kids and take care of their homes? To strive to serve and please? What happens to us girls/women? We eventually lose ourselves. We wake up years later questioning where our time has gone? And what have we done with all that time and with ourselves?

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Now that I am years away from the traumatic experience of infidelity, I can say that God put me in that position to teach me a lesson. And that lesson is:


I am not on this earth to serve people. Losing yourself in someone else isn't love. The only love that will never hurt is the love of God and love of thyself.


I learned the hard way that I needed to love myself and needed to take care of myself. That I needed to have my own ambitions, own goals, and own opinions. It's okay for me to fight for what I want. It's okay for me to speak up. It's okay for me to advocate for myself.

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It took hard work to get to where I am today. I will no longer disrespect myself. I will no longer hate myself. I will no longer act dumb. I will no longer SHUT UP. I will no longer be taken advantage of. I am a woman with a voice. I am a powerful woman. I am a women with passion, ambition and goals. I believe in myself more than I ever have. This heartbreak made me put myself on a pedestal above anyone else in my life because without taking care of me and making myself whole, I don't have much to offer this world.

With all that said, learning self love and compassion has healed me, lots of work from both sides and personal development. I am still married to the man that hurt me and we have never been happier.


Don't ever lose yourself.

Don't ever live your life for someone else.

Don't ever prepare yourself for someone that you'll meet in the future.

Work on yourself to become the person that you would be proud of in the future.

Love yourself because to be honest, you can't love anyone more than you love yourself. If you want to deeply love the people around you, then you must first deeply fall in love with yourself.



With Love,

Anonymous  


Hi Everyone!

This is Aida, Founder of 365 Days of Love <3

First, a big thank you to the inspiring woman for sharing her story. This story hit my heart so deeply I teared multiple times because for many years I thought my purpose and my self needs to be molded into making my future man happy and I forgot myself along the way. As this beautiful woman says you . are . enough. Love yourself first. then all else will follow.

Second a big thank you to YOU for reading this and taking the time to care for yourself, your heart and your life. If you enjoyed this and have a story or thoughts on love that you would like to share please get in touch (button below). We have 333 more articles to share and we hope to hear from you!

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Smile Because It Happened: Day 31 of 365 Days of Love

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Smile Because It Happened: Day 31 of 365 Days of Love

Contributed by: Anonymous woman (We will name her Leila for this article)

Story from: Canada

This began as a story about love. About the amazing experience that was my first time falling in love. But we ended before I had the chance to say I love you, and I agonized over the question: how can the story just end?

Eventually, I remembered the lesson that I have forgotten time and time again:

everything happens for a reason.


God has a plan, and something else is out there. Not someone, per se; rather there are life experiences and opportunities waiting for me to open the door and breathe in deeply. I will realize, in those moments, “this is what I was waiting for!” although I didn’t know I was waiting for anything.

At this point, I can’t imagine something else, but that’s why we have faith. To give us comfort in knowing that

“what was meant for me will never miss me, and what misses me was never meant for me.” To reassure us that things will always work out for the best.



Maybe, this is as much a story of faith as love.

 

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I decided years ago that I would rather never marry than marry someone I didn’t love. My friend disagreed: “I would marry someone I didn’t love, if he was a good person and we were compatible. You can learn to care for someone.”

Partly, I was naïvely hopeful. I had set the bar high, and I would wait for my Prince Charming.

Partly, I was driven and independent. I had so many career interests that I knew I would be both happy and fulfilled pursuing my passions.

Partly, I was cynical about dating, relationships, love, etc. I told my parents: “I’m never getting married. Don’t ask me about boys.”

That changed one semester, when I learned to believe in love.

 

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I first met him in the library at 3 AM. When he asked if I write for the school newspaper, I smiled, always pleased to be recognized from my byline. “Yes! You read the newspaper?”

My sleep-deprived brain later made the connection. The previous summer, I had written the front-page story on Mohammed Ali’s life, legacy, and passing, which was accompanied by a full-sized picture. My classmate reached out to me with this message: “My roommate has your article on his wall. He said to give you a shout-out for writing about Mohammed Ali.”

This was the roommate! My article was hanging on his wall. If that doesn’t say soul mates, I don’t know what does.

The following semester, we began seeing each other around campus. Something clicked – I can’t explain it, but we just had this amazing connection. He knew all the right things to say. He read my articles and quoted them to me. He talked about International Women’s Day.

I wanted to know him.

I am a strong independent woman, I tried to convince myself, and this is the 21stcentury. I know what I want, and I should do something about it. So I summoned all my courage and asked him out.

We went for coffee, our first date, on my birthday weekend. I was so nervous. But he made me feel comfortable. He was romantic, insisting on buying cake to celebrate my birthday. We talked like we had been waiting forever to know each other.

We entered a long-distance relationship almost immediately, as his internship took him to California when I returned to school the following month. Even so, the semester that followed was the happiest of my life. My stress levels decreased drastically. I was confident. My average improved. And I landed my dream internship.

To quote Cher from Clueless, I was “sublimely happy”. There was no space left for stress or anxiety. My heart was full.

I know that happiness comes from within, and that another person can’t give it to you. But he made me happier than I had ever imagined was possible. He made problems disappear. I felt like the world was draped in a new colour, and I basked in the glow of my emotions. It was magical, falling in love.

Still, distance took its toll.

I broke up with him. The short version of the story: I felt he could not make time for me; if this was a problem already, it would only be exacerbated with time. When we met for the first time after months, I was already upset, thinking about the possible outcome of this conversation.

We talked for a long time, and he was so good about it. He told me, “do what makes you happy.” Maybe I should have taken that as a sign – he would do anything to make me happy, including letting me go.

He let me go.

For days, I cried and watched Mamma Mia! on a loop. I didn’t eat or sleep. I remember thinking, I’ll never be able to listen to ABBA again.

By the time I stopped crying, I knew I had made the wrong decision. I knew it was my fault. I tried to talk to him, but he told me that I was right. That he can’t prioritize me. That he isn’t at a point in his life to be able to maintain a relationship.

Although I was the one to initiate the breakup, I couldn’t come to terms with it.

 

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It’s been two and a half months.

I considered praying istikhara, asking God to give me guidance. But istikhara should be prayed with an open mind, willing to accept any guidance. And I wasn’t ready to hear that we have no future.

Until a couple weeks ago, when I had an epiphany.



I think God gave him to me at a time in my life when I needed someone.



Last semester, I spent a lot of time by myself. I lived alone, I studied alone, and I spent Ramadan breaking my fast alone. I remember my mom saying tearfully when she dropped me off at the airport, “Call me often. I know that your friends won’t be on campus with you this term.” It was true – most of my friends were interning that summer.

But I was okay, because I had him. He was a blessing, and I was so grateful.

People come in and out of your life for a reason. I don’t need to understand why he’s gone now, because I know why he came. Although we had a short amount of time together, those months made a world of difference to me. For my school, career, mental health, self-esteem, and general happiness.

I am reminded of a Dr. Seuss quote that I have always loved:

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Now that I have gotten past the hurt, I am smiling.

With Lots of Love,

Leila*


Hi Everyone!

This is Aida, Founder of 365 Days of Love <3

First, a big thank you to the inspiring woman Leila for sharing her story. My favorite message was how powerfully intertwined are faith and love. Thank you Leila, you are a beautiful soul and you deserve so much love in this world and I have full faith that you will get it starting with yourself.

Second a big thank you to YOU for reading this and taking the time to care for yourself, your heart and your life. If you enjoyed this and have a story or thoughts on love that you would like to share please get in touch (button below). We have 334 more articles to share and we hope to hear from you!

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Love is Between You and You: Day 30 of 365 Days of Love

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Love is Between You and You: Day 30 of 365 Days of Love

“I’ll go to Paris, a city i’ve dreamt about for months when I meet my future husband.”

 

“I’ll go to this 3 Michelin starred restaurant that i’ve been wanting to try for years, with my future date.”

 

“I’ll wear a Tiffany & CO ring only when my guy proposes”

 

How many of you have said things like this? How many of you have put things on hold and waited to live a few of life’s experiences till you meet that special guy (or girl)?

 

I certainly have. And that is certainly about to change.

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Today as I entered the HQ office of Tiffany & CO, I did not know that I would leave a changed woman.

I entered and felt my inner romantic come out with butterflies surrounding her. I remembered all of the different day dreams I had as a little girl imagining my future husband proposing with a Tiffany ring, or surprising me with the signature heart shaped Tiffany necklace. 

Then it hit me that I’m 29 years old today. Granted I am still young in many ways, I am no longer that baby Aida who can put things on hold, day dream, and simply be waiting for that special guy to fulfill her. 

I looked around at the Tiffany boxes and felt a shift in my heart and mind.

I realized that I no longer need to wait for my future man (whoever he may be) to experience many things that life has to offer.

 

I no longer should put certain experiences on hold as I wait for him to come along because of the single question many of us fear to ask,

what if he never shows up?

 

I know some of you reading this, your heart just beat a bit faster. Mine certainly did. But this is the reality and a true possibility that I (and you) may never meet the guy who proposes with that dream Tiffany ring I always thought of. 

 

I may never meet the guy who I will get to tour the most romantic cities in the world with such as Paris.

I may never be dined out at that long list of restaurants I have with the romantic lighting and delicious truffle risotto.

 

I sure hope I am (and you) one day blessed with love that reaches to that Tiffany ring moment but the mindset of putting these experiences on hold for him is done and it’s honestly about time that it’s done.

 

So what am I waiting for? .. Nothing, I am going for all the things I want today. Not tomorrow. It’s now a matter of prioritizing what it is that I want to experience and live.

 

Today after leaving Tiffany & CO, I said goodbye to old Aida who waited for things to happen to her and welcomed the Aida who celebrates life for what it is today and not what it could be tomorrow. 

 

I celebrate my new self who will always (I hope) keep an open heart for that beautiful possibility of love and I welcome the Aida who invests in love in everything. 

I left Tiffany & CO and entered one of the restaurants on my list and treated myself to the most delicious truffle pasta. It was definitely an over the top mid-day break that I certainly deserved.

 

Right now, I am the new Aida who is learning how to celebrate herself, from giving herself a Tiffany ring to dining at that 3 star Michlen restaurant to touring Paris with her lovely self - happily alone.

 

And those two words combined “Happily” + “Alone” are the magic words because

the second you are happy with yourself, when you are so full that you emanate happiness, love and magic, is the second you will create the space for a man worthy of you to enter. 

 

With that, I’m excited to dive into the chapter of ticking off that check-list, one romantic adventure at a time. I hope you do too as well.

Life is short and don’t live it while waiting on the side lines for someone who may or may not show up. Go for it and don’t look back.

 

With Love,

Aida 

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Home Is and Love Is Too: Day 29 of 365 Days of Love

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Home Is and Love Is Too: Day 29 of 365 Days of Love

Contributed by: Razan Abu Sharia

Get to know her on Instagram

Story from: Washington DC, USA/ Amman, Jordan

Traveling from Jordan to DC for my very first time, I have met a lot of new people from diverse backgrounds that own unique mindsets. Two months passed and I don’t know how this happened, but I love has seemed to be the center of many conversations i’ve had. We all seem to have been confronting the thought of love together, ultimately searching for the meaning of it. 

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And I thought of it, once, twice, and more, trying to understand and question my ideology of Love. 


One thing I always knew is that love has no rules, nor time. 

 

Love for me has always meant waiting. Waiting and not settling for anything less. I’ve known that I will never be able to control love, but that it will always come on its own without having me put in the effort. It just will be.

 

Over time the questions i’ve asked was is love a matter of effort? A matter of fate? Or a matter of self-love before anything else?


These conversations have passed with the days, until I oddly remembered them again in a museum that had nothing to do with love. Visiting the National Museum of American Indians, and reading the word “home” over and over again, I have been questioning how fascinating the idea of our longing for home is. It made me see how “home” is interconnected with “love”, and how we grow up searching for both equally. 

 

The struggle to find that home seemed very similar to the struggle to find the love we long for. 

 

Love is the house, home, or place we are always in search for. It is that picture in our head of a perfect rigid juxtaposition of two souls. Home comes in different sizes when love does too. Home is there to accommodate more than one soul when love does too. Home is the escape when nothing is okay when love is too. Home is what keeps our secrets when love does too. Home is the stability that reflects its shine during the day when love does too. Home is where our personal language and state of mind is made when love is too. 

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A glimpse of lands from my home, Jordan

Love is what you look for when you are away from home, when home is also what you look for when you are away from home. Love is the meaning you give to any home, when home is also the meaning you give to love. Love is what you escape when you do not feel like home, and when your heart is flipping from left to right, when home is also what you escape when you do not feel like love. Love is what creates us, when home is what brings us to life before love. Love is not concrete, but abstract, when home is not concrete but abstract too. Love is a feeling when home is too. Home is not a place, it is a feeling.  

Me during a hike in my home country

Me during a hike in my home country

 An inspiring saying by Yasmin Mogahed is how the word “qalb” in Arabic meaning “heart” in English literally means something of that which turns or flips. It is very similar to how the concept of “home” is. Humans are always in search for that “home”, even when they’re in a home, they are in search of another home. We are never stable, and so is love. 

 

To understand such dilemma, we have to accept the power of “change” and how it is not always linked to a negative transformation in our lives.

Temporariness is the reality of things.

Hence, this is how our heart works. It flips and turns around every now and then, and this is why we as humans are always struggling in finding that “balance” in life. Love comes from here. It is the school of patience, compromise, and acceptance. But, before starting to search for these three in the other person, we’ll have to find it in ourselves. 

 

What we invest in ourselves brings home back to its place, just like it brings back love too.


Hi Everyone!

This is Aida, Founder of 365 Days of Love <3

First, a big thank you to the inspiring woman Razan for sharing her story.

Second a big thank you to YOU for reading this and taking the time to care for yourself, your heart and your life. If you enjoyed this and have a story or thoughts on love that you would like to share please get in touch (button below). We have 336more articles to share and we hope to hear from you!

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Aida

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What is Your Love Story: Day 28 of 365 Days of Love

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What is Your Love Story: Day 28 of 365 Days of Love

What is your love story?


What is my love story….? I shared many versions, angels, perspectives and thoughts on what my love story is in my head. But as I sit infront of the screen I cannot but help think we are asking the wrong question. Shouldn’t we be asking:


What is your relationship with love?


Love comes in many forms. There is a family love, friends love, work love, significant partner love, God love and self-love.

Regarding significant other love, which is the one I know most people are asking about technically I am single. I do not have a significant other. But being with that status alone carries many questions, meanings and assumptions.

Today with my single status,

I am grounded in love. I live, breathe, speak and act with love.

You may think how could I be in so much love so much that I say I am love when I am single? It is because I have found love in every avenue of my life and I will only continue to foster it until I find the right man and will foster it even more when he one day comes into my life.

My heart carries deep love for God which provides me with my source of infinite love.

My heart carries love for my community both given and chosen family who give me unconditional love.

My heart carries love for my work and it is difficult to even call it work because it is truly my life’s calling and passion.

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My heart carries a space that is being nested with love for my future significant other but what is key to note is that this nest has elevated and expanded over the years. So what do I mean by this?

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This space in my heart for my significant other aka is mirrored by the love I carry for myself. Because the love you attract is a reflection of the love you have for yourself.


How can you attract a man who will love you to the 10th degree if you love yourself only to the 0.000001?

How can you attract a man who will respect you in 15 years down the line when life gets tougher if you don’t respect yourself?

Today my friend and I were talking about the standards we set for ourselves and we women often surprise and shock ourselves at how we somehow attract the wrong men. Many times stressing over why he hasn't texted, wondering if he is into you etc etc etc etccccccccc


But the problem is not the men but rather our inner state.

The problem is with the standards we allow ourselves to accept. If I valued myself why would I waste a single thought on a man who hasn’t done so for me?


So what is my love state today? I live in love and in a cliche way I feel like I am love. This does not mean that I do not want to find a significant other but what I want to do is meet the right person, the person who embodies the deep respect and love that I deserve. The type of love that I will most certainly unconditionally and fully reciprocate.


With Deep Love & Respect,

Aida

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Poem On Connecting Parallel Universes: Day 27 of 365 Days of Love

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Poem On Connecting Parallel Universes: Day 27 of 365 Days of Love

Contributed by: Alec Hansen

Story from: Tunisia

Poem On Connecting Parallel Universes

 

Their hearts beat more slowly

he folds his limbs into hers, collapsing. 

His warm belly fits snugly into 

the small of her back.

 

The space opens to them.

They run, skitter, and throw themselves in to each rounded curve, exploring every sunny nook, seeking the warmest, coziest places for their games.

 

Stroking, caressing, his palm comes to rest 

on the curve of her calf. A forearm 

becomes a corset

enveloping her breasts. 

 

Elven children or fairies – who can say?  In twos, threes and more they mingle and jostle one another, elated in the pure bright energy around them. 

 

Fingertips brush her damp lips, feather-light; gently 

smushing them askew as movement 

gives way to languor.

                                                                                             

Look!  There’s a perfect spot!  their gay mirth spills through the rounded contours of the new space. 

 

His warmth suffuses her. She feels 

safe, met and honored.

Her wanton thrusts of moments before

now rewarded by sweet, tender embrace from behind. 

 

Finding warm glow in a cranny, or draped along smooth ledges, they flow into pools of innocent touch. 

 

Impossible to resist sleep, her every limb and cell

finds deep repose. Trussed in a cocoon of warm love, 

only the blush of her skin reveals the fresh life

in the still form.

 

Seeking touch, and touch and touch. Shaping love’s tangled embrace in free form. Coming to rest in the sweaty eddies of pure love, innocent mirth and solemn soulful purpose are entwined like characters in the Creator’s flowing script.

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 A few months ago, I had a dream in that sweet swoon state after making love. In the dream, these elven characters, living in a parallel universe created by our lovemaking, sought out the warm spaces where my knee was tucked behind her knee, where my arm lay on her ribs, etc…each place where we were touching, with its special character in our world, had special qualities that these innocent young ones were looking for in their world. Our coming together was more purely sexual, whereas they operated on a different plane, with a pure, beautiful, light, fun sensuality – the higher vibration of our mortal, middle-earth ecstasies. This juxtaposition fascinated me and haunted me until I took the opportunity to write it down.

– Alec Hansen, 


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A Man I Met 29 Days Ago: Day 26 of 365 Days of Love

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A Man I Met 29 Days Ago: Day 26 of 365 Days of Love

Contributed by: An anonymous woman

Story from: New York


A Man I Met 29 Days Ago


29 days ago you were a stranger.

Today I find myself not knowing how did I carry on life without you.

My mind is clouded.

Is it you? or is it the concept of you?


How can I have every cell in my body wanting you with such little time?

How can my mind think of you so often when I have only known you for 29 days?

It makes no sense.


But I have learnt that when love comes into the equation time becomes an illusion.

An illusion that sometimes brings us together.

and sometimes takes you away from me.


I leave you after hours of intimate time together, hours of sharing glimpses of the layers and layers of who we are today, who were yesterday and who we hope to be tomorrow.

But as the time ticks for us to part ways my heart beat races.

It races with the want or dare I say need of staying next to you.


But who are you?

You are a man who was a stranger 30 days ago.

Today you are a man I want to uncover.

a man I want to discover.

a man I want to discover me.

a man I want to share the intimate sides of me only a romantic love can see

a man I have been waiting for you for 30 years.

and as I get glimpses of you, I can no longer wait.

Stay with me today,

tonight,

tomorrow

and forever.


To the man I met 29 days ago, is it crazy to say I love you?

I love you despite logic

and

I am no longer afraid of saying it.

I love you.

loud and bold.


and as I get ready to sleep my heart races with only the thought of waking up so we can share day 30 with you if I am lucky.


-A woman who lives and loves deeply


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This is Aida, Founder of 365 Days of Love <3

First, a big thank you to the inspiring woman in New York for sharing her story. I completely understand how logic and love sometimes don’t fit together and that’s what love is. It is an illogical deep beautiful crazy and most powerful force that I hope we all get hit with.

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