A woman is a woman because the pearls, the first to be glorified. The first person should be appointed by sumua people are women. Because the women who become mothers, contains, caring for, educating and menberikan infinite affection to us.
Woman was made from the rib of man, She was not created from his head to top him, Not from his feet to be stepped upon, She was made from his side to be close to him, From beneath his arm to be protected by him, Near his heart to be loved by him.
How do the feelings of a man if surrounded by a lot of women? If the question was proffered to me, hence the phrase "proud" appears to be fairly representative of my feelings. I'm happy every day surrounded by beautiful women, shalihah. And of course at that time I grew to feel a ' Prince '. Oops, don't be suspicious at first, because those women beautiful and shalihah I mean is my wife and two children who both ' accidental ' women. Insha Allah.
Not only that, before I married, I am also more touched by women, i.e. mother because since the age of six I chose to join mother when she divorced dad. An instinctive closeness of the child against the mother who not only because it has been sucking up hundreds of liters of mother's milk, but also a spiritual bond that cannot be separated from the warmth that always provided a mother towards her child.
That's why, in life I do not want to do something if it can be disappointing and injuring a woman. But the right attitude and Sage should be given a man remember woman was made from a crooked rib, which is when there is a fault on it, men have to be careful to straighten it. Too hard will break it up, the left also wrong as it will remain on kebengkokannya. However, not a few men to let women discouraged in favor of rectifying that mistake, anyway any man that does that is very sure that it was only a momentary disappointment because they would bear fruit sweet.
The woman is like flowers, that if rough in treating it would ruin its beauty, tarnishing his infallibility fades not making it glow. He was like a sheet of silk which is easily torn by exposure to storms, swayed by a gust of wind and soaking wet though by speck of water. Therefore, do not let her heart torn hurt because the speech is painful because his heart was so soft, nor let alone challenging life because he is present of solitude by offering calmness and tranquility setangkup. Should not never make him cry by disappointing attitude, because usually the sorrow it remains imprint at heart even though the water no longer soaks eyelids.
The Lady pearls. People need to dive deep into the essence of beauty to get real. Therefore, to see without opening the curtain of his heart was only a momentary appearance undoubtedly often is able to trick the eye. People need to fight retreating waves, hold a current and challenging all the danger to be able to grab it. And for that, people have to have enough stock so that the worthy and deserve beautiful pearls.
The woman is half of the lost souls. Then people should look it up carefully, select them carefully, look carefully before making it the soul mates. Because if it's wrong, he's not going to be a pair of soul which can produce flowers of love, but rather a red sow dissension noktah. He will not be able to equate the step, always jumping-off point of view so that it does not provide comfort and harmony. It is not possible to be one heart though the entire power mobilized to do so. And obviously it cannot be mirrored self when off guard or dissolved.
Women have the incredible power that never belonged to opponent type better. Namely, the power of love, empathy and loyalty. With his love for he strengthened measures those who with him, resurrecting a fallen empatinya their timeless and loyalty by time, not by a change of the melting.
And a woman is the source of life. Who risked his life to a new life, that of her breast milk passes on that turn. So all his sacrifice was worth it put it in the glory of heaven, as well as the Majesty of the tribute. Not overboard anyway if the Messenger being a woman (Fathimah) as the first person who would accompany her in heaven.
Fortunately I am not the famous singer who makes women and her love for the sake of the song poem limited to rake in profits. So it seemed in the eyes is simply the female flowers as decorating can cast when it is no longer fun. Incidentally I am also not a SOAP star who often glorified women. Because if I were them, certainly ' pride ' I am surrounded by beautiful women can be different meanings with my pride as a man who is not a nobody.
Good also the women approached and surrounds me is not those who are willing to be treated not like a flower, not worthy of pearls and not as soft as silk. Not the woman who lay himself in a puddle and coated the ignominy of the demands of the times. Unlike women who willingly trampled honor, not ignoring screamed his own heart, or even a contradiction bathinnya. Nor is it the woman who killed his own nuraninya so does not make them women who deserve respect, even by the fruit of his own heart.
And surely, in addition to no that kind of women who would approach the man not anybody like me this, I certainly will not enjoy lingering adjacent to them, much less proud. Hopefully
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