A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said:
"When I made the woman she had to be special.I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,yet gentle enough to give comfort.I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides." - From a popular forward
The tear from the eye of a woman which is, in fact, a means to regain the strength the was bestowed upon her by the Almighty, has often been misunderstood as a sign of weakness. Women have always been labeled as the weaker section of the society, irrespective of the community, caste, region, religion.....
But I strongly believe that every woman is a colossal pillar of strength and patience. For don't the following situations that a woman faces require immense strength and patience?
To accept the fact that a male child would have been preferred instead of you and live with this fact in your mind for the rest of your life.
To sacrifice your education so that your male siblings can advance their education.
To understand why your freedom on this earth is limited whereas that of your male siblings and friends is limitless.
To bear the insults and the rude comments made by worthless people and road-side rowdies with absolute silence.
To say "NO" to a friend who has misinterpreted your friendship, to know that you will never be forgiven and to never be able to forgive yourself for killing his hopes and dreams.
To live in the fear that, as a result of your action, someday, your hopes also may be destroyed.
To feel like a sinner for allowing the misinterpretation to happen, when, in fact, you should be feeling betrayed.
To mutely accept the important decisions about your life that are made for you by others even if you have other views.
To give up everything that belongs to you; the house that you grew up in, your parents, your friends, all the beautiful memories associated with your past, even your very identity - to become part of somebody's family.
To change and adapt yourself to your new surroundings so that you will be accepted in the new society that you have stepped into.
To abide by your husband's and in-laws' wishes irrespective of whether or not you want to.
To take complete responsibility of your children; to ensure that they grow up into responsible people who will be accepted by the society.
To take the complete blame mutely if the children don't turn out to behave "as expected".
To lose yourself completely in becoming a source of love, support and encouragement for your husband and your children.
To sometimes sacrifice your own career and priorities to ensure that those of your husband and children are evergreen.
To wait for ages together in the hope that, someday sometime, you will hear a word of appreciation for all that you have done - that you will hear a single "Thank you".
To not feel disappointed when your family, for whom you have done so much, is not there with you when you need them the most and to let it go with a simple thought that whatever you had done and whatever you will do is not a favor but your responsibility.
To live alone, having for company only memories of the past, when the one who had promised to hold your hand and walk with you throughout your life has been taken away from you.
To mutely accept the blame put on you by the society that, in some way, you are responsible for this unfortunate incident.
To allow society to decide what you are supposed to eat and wear and how you are supposed to live - things that will constantly re-iterate to you the unfortunate incident- after this unfortunate incident has occurred.
To look back and find that you have achieved nothing and done nothing for yourself in your entire life.
To die with the nasty feeling that your entire life has been wasted.
Cheers to you, ladies, for having exhibited immense patience and strength of accepting the worst.
But hasn't the time come as yet to stop showing such patience?
Hasn't the time come as yet to do something for yourself?
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