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Every woman is beautiful.
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 mum 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.
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 realizes the answer when God made ...women they had to be special. God made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet, gentle enough to give comfort.
God gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from her children.
GOD 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.
God gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt them very badly.
God gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
God 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 unfaltering.
And finally God gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed. 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."
" Every woman is beautiful."
Finally he realizes the answer when God made ...women they had to be special. God made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet, gentle enough to give comfort.
God gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from her children.
GOD 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.
God gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt them very badly.
God gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
God 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 unfaltering.
And finally God gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed. 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."
" Every woman is beautiful."
سأل صبي صغير أمه: لماذا تبكين؟؟
أجابت: لأنني إمرأة
فقال لها: لا أفهم
فاحتضنته وابتسمت قائلة: ولن تستطيع أن تفهم هذا الأمر أبدا
لا حقا سأل الولد ابيه: لماذا تبكي النساء دون سبب واضح؟
كان رد والده: هذا ما تفعله النساء...تبكي دون سبب واضح
كبر الغلام وأصبح رجلا وهو لا يزال يتساءل عن سر بكاء النساء
وأخيرا أدرك الأمر
فحين خلق الله النساء..كان يجب أن يجعلهن مميزات...فجعل الله أكتافهن كقوية بما يكفي ليحملن هموم العالم عليها...وفي نفس الوقت رقيقة بما يكفي لتكون مصدر راحة
كما أعطاها الله قوة داخليه لتتحمل ولادة الأطفال بالإضافة إلى العقوق الذي قد تراه من أولادها في كثير من الأوقات
اعطاها الله الحساسية لتحب ابناءها تحت اي ظرف حتى عندما يؤذونها
اعطاها الله القوة لتتحمل اخطاء زوجهاوخلقها من ضلعه لتحمي قلبه
اعطاها الله الحكمة التي تعرف بها ان الزوج الصالح لا يؤذي زوجته ولكنه احيانا يختبر صلابتها وعندها تظهر بأن عزيمتها أن تقف إلى جواره لا تتزعزع
واخيرا اعطاها الله الدمع لتسكبه من عينيها..وقد خصها بهذا وحدها..
...لتستخدمه حين تحتاجه.. فجمال المرأة ليس في ما ترتديه...ولا في قوامها...ولا طريقة تصفيف شعرها ..جمال المرأة نراه في عينيها ..لانهمامدخل قلبها حيث يستقر الحب
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