Dear Woman,
I know that in reality you cannot move on your own, you still cannot have the initiative, and can not provide your own decisions.
You are still dependent on men and live under their command.
I know when you were young, you were under your father’s management and when you got married your manager became your husband.
However, my dear woman, if you were aware of your value, and the power you have, everything would have been different in this world…
My dear woman, how could you ignore that on your lap four children can be seated at the same time, and with a kiss from you, you wipe out every evil even with your broken heart…?
My dear woman, how could you ignore your soft heart but at the same time hard enough so that you can tolerate things that no one can dream of, you can heal yourself and be able to run 18 hours a day, and you are aware that you not only think, but also negotiate and able to decide…?
My dear woman, how could you ignore your precious tear,
the tear that expresses your pain, troubles, frustration, love, and also expresses your loneliness, anxiety, and pride?
You are so resistant to despair and oppression, while holding your joy, love and happiness inside, but you forgot that you are a fighter especially for what you believe in…
My dear woman, I know when you are angry you want to shout and smile, and when you want to cry, you sing, and when you are happy you cry…
I know that injustice is not tolerable in your book even when you know that there’s no way out you don’t lose your strength and courage and again, with a kiss you can heal a broken heart…
My dear woman, I know that you are different from your sisters, different in sizes and colors; nevertheless, when you want to show your love to the world you would run and fly because you know your heart makes the world a beautiful and livable place that progresses with your joy, love and hope.
But despite all these, my dear woman, you have one flaw, and that is you forget how precious you are…
And that’s very sad…
roseabir@yahoo.com
Saudi Arabia