It's Monday evening. Mama cat Floofy and ---- are in heat right now. I need to be as candid as possible about an issue which is a topic of hot contention on both sides of the world. I usually don't care much about what people babble about, but this is a legal issue which involves my wife. It's the "3 wives" issue.
I will say right now that I like pretty blondes. Call it chauvinistic or weakness or whatever, but I prefer blondes. If I don't marry a blonde, I probably won't marry at all, but there has to be a good Muslim blonde out there somewhere. So when 3 pretty blonde wives are presented to me, it is most certainly a temptation. I'll have to submit that it is also an ingenious global marketing plan worth billions of dollars, but people seem to forget an important detail: at this moment I can't even afford one wife, let alone three. Plus I am an old man, and have used up most of my libido. The Islamic community wants me to give each wife her own house. Besides the mountainous cost of that, logistics demand that I would aggressively have to protect my wives, and I wouldn't care much about what the people think of my actions in that matter.
My decision is to focus on Erin and her happiness right now. The best time for her career is right before she marries, and when she is done with her career, I will make sure that she is securely happy and settled inshaAllah. By then, if I am able to marry more and Erin grants her permission, then inshaAllah it will be so. A message to my wife: I am concerned about your Islam. I hate fake friends, and I certainly don't want a fake wife. You don't have to be an extremist, just do the best you can with the situation that Allah has given you. Erin, I love you, and I need you.
I've posted 2 photos of papaya trees that grow in my garden. Papaya trees grow as male and female trees. The male tree is the one with the white flowers, and the female tree is the one with the 3 heads, each bearing fruit. No, papaya trees don't usually have 3 heads. In the background is my parents' house, and the vine growing on the female tree is called "sirih", which my maternal grandmother was fond of chewing like gum.
