Fight Night! -Put Your Money on the Bent Bint

For couple of

nights I have had a standing appointment with my husband to have a chat about the state of affairs of the Muslims in our house. Monday, I fell asleep. Tuesday, I wasn't feeling like talking and last night would have passed us by, but I forgot to take the chain of the front door, which is an automatic strike in my husband's book. My husband and I come from two different cultures of American Debate - me being accustumed to the MFB (Meeting For Business) style of discussion, "Friend Speeks My Mind", the soft spoken exhanges or SAT verbal ping pong. My Hubby has another approach - which I call the Fred Sanford way or my friend calls the Black -Man-O'saurus style. And, not placing any jugdement on the way he talks- because his way puts the ping-ponging and the brat antics that learned being an only child in check. So, after the whole door thing was explained, we had a chat. Masha'Allah, I think we made some headway and even today, my husband excercised one of our compremises. So, insha'Allah tonight should be good night, bithnillah.