Funny real stories for married couples!

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Many of us resort to reading funny stories to escape our sorrows, worries and sadness. Some of us find what we are looking for in what we read, and some of us do not. Funny stories, no matter how different and varied they are, are sufficient in and of themselves to get us out of our sorrows, even for a few seconds.

A smile is one of the most beautiful blessings that God has given us, and it is enough for us that it is an infection that fills our hearts with happiness when we see it on someone.

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The first story:

One day, a man in his fifties had a fight with his wife. The argument between them became intense and heated, and the husband took his wife’s hand and returned her to her family after he had divorced her.

The fifty-year-old man had an only son from his wife, whom he had raised and educated well. The son was living in Turkey with his wife and children, so his father called him and informed him of everything that had happened between him and his mother, and asked his son to look for a bride for him from Turkey and send her to him in his country.

The son did not lie about the news and immediately called his mother and asked her to come to him in Turkey to visit him and the children. As soon as his mother arrived, he took her to a Turkish plastic surgeon who was very skilled at his job. The doctor performed several plastic surgeries on her that were enough to change her radically.

The son sent his mother to his father as a Turkish bride, and as soon as the father saw her, he almost lost his mind from her beauty. He signed the marriage contract and married her and was very happy with her. On the first day of his marriage to her, he called his son, but he did not receive any answer from him. The son was very smart, and a week after his parents got married, he called his father to check on the Turkish bride and whether he liked her.

His father said to him: “My son, your body is a Turkish body, your height is a Turkish height, your features are Turkish features, your beauty is precious Turkish beauty, but your morals are your mother’s morals”!!

The second story:

A young man tells the story and says that last Friday we woke up earlier than usual because of a heated argument between my mother and my brother’s wife. My brother’s wife decided to clean my mother’s house early so that she could go to her family and spend the weekend with them. As soon as she started using the vacuum cleaner, my mother woke up from the loud noise. My mother exploded in my brother’s wife’s face because she had not gotten enough sleep.

As for my brother's wife, she exchanged words with my mother. Neither of them insulted or cursed at the other or anything like that, but their voices rose so loudly that they caused the whole house to wake up.

I rushed and woke up my brother from his house, I told him that his wife and my mother almost ended each other's lives with the arrows of words that were thrown between them, my brother woke up and came with me but the strange thing is that he did not say a single word and waited for them until they finished what they started, he drank a cup of tea that he had prepared for himself and I looked at him and waited for any reaction from him but to no avail.

When the argument between them ended, he went to his wife and took the vacuum cleaner from her hands. My mother had just entered her bedroom. I heard him say to his wife: “My sweetheart, cleaning the house on Friday again, I will not allow you to do that. You are a delicate creature who was not created for hard housework!”

I almost became paralyzed at that moment. His wife went home, and my brother entered my mother’s bedroom. I followed him and he approached my mother and kissed her head. He put the vacuum cleaner under her feet and said: “I swear to God, my dear mother, that this vacuum cleaner will not go out except with your permission and approval. How many mothers do I have?! And whose approval do I seek other than your approval of me?! I only have one mother in this world. As for a wife, I can marry every day, but I will never make up for you, my love and the crown of my head.”

My mother was very pleased with his words and prayed to God to comfort him, but he continued his words by saying: “Do you know, mother, that I fear for you on the Day of Judgment, the Day of the Great Standing? I fear for you from the insults that you utter, which could diminish the amount of your good deeds.”

My mother replied, “Your wife has a tongue that is no longer than his!”

My brother replied to her saying: “Oh mother, leave her to hell. Will she stay with us in this world and the hereafter as well? You and I, oh mother, will enter heaven by the grace of God Almighty. Do you know that I bear her only for the sake of my children?! Is it possible that you do not know this?!”

My brother continued, saying: “Mom, you must give charity to atone for what you said today, or you must say a few words to her, because these are the sins of servants.”

His mother replied: “I will not force anyone’s feelings!”

He replied: “Then we have no choice but to give charity, mother.”

She said: “I have no objection to giving alms.”

Then my brother made a suggestion: “What do you think, Mom, if we bring someone to clean the house for us every week on the day you specify and give her what we can, thus helping her with the burdens of life and at the same time giving her hidden charity?”

My mother said to him: “It is a wonderful idea, but I have one condition, which is that your wife will not pay a single pound and that I will be the one to pay her all the money so that she does not share the reward with me.”

My brother came out of my father's room and butterflies were coming out of his face from the intensity of his happiness. I went after him to see the end of what he was planning. He found his wife in front of his face, so he approached her, grabbed her hands, kissed them warmly, and said to her with a smile: “These beautiful, soft hands have their last day today. They will not clean the house, nor will they clean the carpets, nor will they hold a broom anymore. We will bring someone who will do all this for us every week.”

Today is the second Friday, the lady comes to us and cleans the house. My mother sits praying for my brother for what he did for her in order to count her good deeds on the other day. What is more appropriate is that she asks me every time she sees me, “Your brother thinks about me in this world and the hereafter, but you will be the reason for my having a stroke!”

As for my brother's wife, she has become very grateful to her husband for sparing her the trouble of cleaning the house. As for me, I sit next to the vacuum cleaner, lamenting my bad luck in this world and thinking of finding a way to lower the sound of the vacuum cleaner or even a way to relieve the headache I feel!