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In answer to Al Sharief’s question: “why you love this "love story"?? The Crush? The Commitment? The Challenge? The Sadness? Dystaney? "
And so I’d reply:
I haven’t sincerely thought of answering such question before. In fact I never thought why I love/hate something in particular before; I only go after my instinct and never fetch reasons. However, I’ll try to brainstorm in this post.
For long I had this wondering “who’d remember me when I’m not here anymore?” that sometimes I wished that I’d be able to watch people after I die. I know its one gloomy wish to ask for, but…
And look at it this way “What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?” A young man’s grief over his beloved *who turned his wife there after* forced him to write a novel for her remembrance. Imagine its a true story; imagine that a “He” whoever he is, wrote a novel only to let the whole world remember “Her” whoever she is, every morning! The idea itself is amazing..
Even further more, I remember when I was a kid *before reading the novel* I heard this famous quote out of it “'Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.”.. then I wondered, is it because when you are in love you have a forgiving heart or because you don’t intentionally try to hurt your partner? I mean is it the action or the reaction that counts?
Then I found the answer its Love Vs. Sorry.. in such a great epic, the word "sorry" itself got no place to exist.. that’s how I felt it..
Even when I reached that line at the end “And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.” .
The son-father relationship is perfectly put in this novel. I like how he resisted his father to reach out his girl, giving up nearly everything, yet in the end the relationship itself, which was the core of the novel’s dilemma, conquered all. You know when I saw the movie I didn’t focus, or may be I didn’t see this scene this way. Actually most of us were over filled with emotions concerning the “She” dying, but “He” crying was out of our interests!! Nonetheless while reading, I thought of it from a different perspective I haven’t noticed before..
You might accuse me of being a dreamy romantic person, but tell you something, I saw the Arabic imitation (7abebi da2man) but I didn’t like it despite the more romantic atmosphere they tried to add. The background music, the over loving couple, even “Her” death by the sea shore contradicting her normal death in a hospital in the original novel and the lavish luxurious life they had… blah blah..
I just loved it as simple and as ordinary as it was in “Love story”..
You know, years I’ve lived with indescribable impact on me. To the extend that for a while I stopped writing but short stories ending with yet another hereon died!! and still I imagine myself dead sometimes..
Some might say the story is over used –especially for our generation- probably if it was back in the 70’s when it was primarily produced things would have been a little bit different, but I truly doubt. For one thing I’d never forget whenever I see anything connected to that particular story: the twinkles I saw in my mother’s eyes when she 1st introduced the story to me, and the tears I saw when we were sitting watching it together *though she saw it before in theaters* .. it just reminds me with the very same twinkles and tears in every girl’s eyes who is still looking for a dream she keeps in her little heart no matter how old or what nationality she might be..
I haven’t sincerely thought of answering such question before. In fact I never thought why I love/hate something in particular before; I only go after my instinct and never fetch reasons. However, I’ll try to brainstorm in this post.
For long I had this wondering “who’d remember me when I’m not here anymore?” that sometimes I wished that I’d be able to watch people after I die. I know its one gloomy wish to ask for, but…
And look at it this way “What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?” A young man’s grief over his beloved *who turned his wife there after* forced him to write a novel for her remembrance. Imagine its a true story; imagine that a “He” whoever he is, wrote a novel only to let the whole world remember “Her” whoever she is, every morning! The idea itself is amazing..
Even further more, I remember when I was a kid *before reading the novel* I heard this famous quote out of it “'Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.”.. then I wondered, is it because when you are in love you have a forgiving heart or because you don’t intentionally try to hurt your partner? I mean is it the action or the reaction that counts?
Then I found the answer its Love Vs. Sorry.. in such a great epic, the word "sorry" itself got no place to exist.. that’s how I felt it..
Even when I reached that line at the end “And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.” .
The son-father relationship is perfectly put in this novel. I like how he resisted his father to reach out his girl, giving up nearly everything, yet in the end the relationship itself, which was the core of the novel’s dilemma, conquered all. You know when I saw the movie I didn’t focus, or may be I didn’t see this scene this way. Actually most of us were over filled with emotions concerning the “She” dying, but “He” crying was out of our interests!! Nonetheless while reading, I thought of it from a different perspective I haven’t noticed before..
You might accuse me of being a dreamy romantic person, but tell you something, I saw the Arabic imitation (7abebi da2man) but I didn’t like it despite the more romantic atmosphere they tried to add. The background music, the over loving couple, even “Her” death by the sea shore contradicting her normal death in a hospital in the original novel and the lavish luxurious life they had… blah blah..
I just loved it as simple and as ordinary as it was in “Love story”..
You know, years I’ve lived with indescribable impact on me. To the extend that for a while I stopped writing but short stories ending with yet another hereon died!! and still I imagine myself dead sometimes..
Some might say the story is over used –especially for our generation- probably if it was back in the 70’s when it was primarily produced things would have been a little bit different, but I truly doubt. For one thing I’d never forget whenever I see anything connected to that particular story: the twinkles I saw in my mother’s eyes when she 1st introduced the story to me, and the tears I saw when we were sitting watching it together *though she saw it before in theaters* .. it just reminds me with the very same twinkles and tears in every girl’s eyes who is still looking for a dream she keeps in her little heart no matter how old or what nationality she might be..
Sorry for the over detailed reply…
All the best from me to you..
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