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> <channel><title>Comments on: Our Mistakes</title> <atom:link href="http://angiesdiary.com/2010/05/our-mistakes/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/our-mistakes/</link> <description>Online Writing Magazine</description> <lastBuildDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 23:27:30 +0000</lastBuildDate> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2</generator> <item><title>By: Zuhra</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/our-mistakes/#comment-13637</link> <dc:creator>Zuhra</dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2011 13:14:40 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=2946#comment-13637</guid> <description>sad but educative story. it just reminds us that we have to appreciate what we have right now in order not to regret later. beautiful story revealed in simple language  unearthly feelings of love and passion that were put under the trial over the time and survived no matter with what life has tested them. thank you for sharing the beautiful story of the truest hearts.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>sad but educative story. it just reminds us that we have to appreciate what we have right now in order not to regret later. beautiful story revealed in simple language  unearthly feelings of love and passion that were put under the trial over the time and survived no matter with what life has tested them. thank you for sharing the beautiful story of the truest hearts.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: dilya</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/our-mistakes/#comment-2163</link> <dc:creator>dilya</dc:creator> <pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 04:09:28 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=2946#comment-2163</guid> <description>People always make mistakes and learn by their own mistakes, not by others, as call us to do an old proverb. people aleways hesitate before making a final decision, and lose time which is inexorable to us. and we should try to listen to our inner voice and i beleive it will never cheat us. We ourselves only know what is good for us and what can make us harm.....</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>People always make mistakes and learn by their own mistakes, not by others, as call us to do an old proverb. people aleways hesitate before making a final decision, and lose time which is inexorable to us. and we should try to listen to our inner voice and i beleive it will never cheat us. We ourselves only know what is good for us and what can make us harm&#8230;..</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Akmal</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/our-mistakes/#comment-1944</link> <dc:creator>Akmal</dc:creator> <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 06:38:07 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=2946#comment-1944</guid> <description>very sad story indeed! I can&#039;t understand this Asian culture when parents make their own daughters or sons marry to someone they do not know and do not love. On the top of everything to make things even worse, one can&#039;t or shouldn&#039;t protest. What a culture!!!! Why they can&#039;t sit, talk things through together and decide together?However, things are changing in Tashkent (Uzbekistan&#039;s capital) nowadays. Some parents now allow their children to get married to someone they love but things are not working for their benefit either. Tashkent has the highest rate of divorce as compared to other regions in the country. Why is that?I think both parents and children should work the things out together when it comes to a marriage.So when you go home today, call your daughter or son and ask her who she/he loves. Meet her/him, talk to her/him and see whether two guys can ever be happy. After all, you know your child better than anyone else, BUT never and never force.Adios!!!!</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>very sad story indeed! I can&#8217;t understand this Asian culture when parents make their own daughters or sons marry to someone they do not know and do not love. On the top of everything to make things even worse, one can&#8217;t or shouldn&#8217;t protest. What a culture!!!! Why they can&#8217;t sit, talk things through together and decide together?</p><p>However, things are changing in Tashkent (Uzbekistan&#8217;s capital) nowadays. Some parents now allow their children to get married to someone they love but things are not working for their benefit either. Tashkent has the highest rate of divorce as compared to other regions in the country. Why is that?</p><p>I think both parents and children should work the things out together when it comes to a marriage.</p><p>So when you go home today, call your daughter or son and ask her who she/he loves. Meet her/him, talk to her/him and see whether two guys can ever be happy. After all, you know your child better than anyone else, BUT never and never force.</p><p>Adios!!!!</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Dilya</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/our-mistakes/#comment-1570</link> <dc:creator>Dilya</dc:creator> <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 02:32:37 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=2946#comment-1570</guid> <description>thanks for comments, Dilya</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>thanks for comments, Dilya</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Dilyara</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/our-mistakes/#comment-1521</link> <dc:creator>Dilyara</dc:creator> <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 08:35:07 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=2946#comment-1521</guid> <description>Dilya, thnk u for this story!
Very - very sad !
thnk u !</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dilya, thnk u for this story!<br
/> Very &#8211; very sad !<br
/> thnk u !</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Dilya</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/our-mistakes/#comment-704</link> <dc:creator>Dilya</dc:creator> <pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 03:32:57 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=2946#comment-704</guid> <description>Derrick, thank you very much for your comment.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Derrick, thank you very much for your comment.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Derrick Mikez</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/our-mistakes/#comment-650</link> <dc:creator>Derrick Mikez</dc:creator> <pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 10:35:13 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=2946#comment-650</guid> <description>That is actually a nice post. I am going to certainly come back extra often. </description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That is actually a nice post. I am going to certainly come back extra often.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Dilya</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/our-mistakes/#comment-636</link> <dc:creator>Dilya</dc:creator> <pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 15:00:16 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=2946#comment-636</guid> <description>dear friends, thank you very much for your comments......</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>dear friends, thank you very much for your comments&#8230;&#8230;</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Alexis Mortier</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/our-mistakes/#comment-620</link> <dc:creator>Alexis Mortier</dc:creator> <pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 02:27:50 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=2946#comment-620</guid> <description>Yeah, I agree. Never leave your first love if you can help it. You&#039;ll always be sorry.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah, I agree. Never leave your first love if you can help it. You&#8217;ll always be sorry.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Denise Denise</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/our-mistakes/#comment-619</link> <dc:creator>Denise Denise</dc:creator> <pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 02:22:24 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=2946#comment-619</guid> <description>Oh, such a wonderful, sad story.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, such a wonderful, sad story.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Fanny Towers</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/our-mistakes/#comment-618</link> <dc:creator>Fanny Towers</dc:creator> <pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 01:33:45 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=2946#comment-618</guid> <description>Love to cry, but this is too sad.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love to cry, but this is too sad.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> </channel> </rss>
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