A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I need to" she said.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
Later the little ...
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I need to" she said.
"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," his dad answered carelessly.
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaikh. "He surely knows the answer", he thought.
"Ya Shaikh! Why do women cry so easily?"
He answered: "When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He 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. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He 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 lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers."
"You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, 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."
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
لا إله إلا الله عدد ما كان ، وعدد ما يكون ، وعدد الحركات والسكون
سبحان الله وبحمده عدد خلقة وزنة عرشه ورضا نفسه ومداد كلماته
سبحان الله وبحمده سبحان الله العظيم
اللهم لك الحمد كما ينبغي لجلال وجهك وعظيم سلطانك
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
سأل طفل أمه مرة: " لماذا تبكين؟"
"Because I need to" she said.
فردت الأم : " لأنني أحتاج إلى أن أبكي"
"I don't understand," he said.
فقال الطفل: "لم أفهم!"
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
فحضنته أمه وأتبعت: " ولن تفهم ذلك أبدا!"
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
ذهب الطفل إلى والده فيما بعد وسأله: " لماذا تبكي أمي من غير سبب؟"
"All women cry for no reason," his dad answered carelessly.
فأجابه الأب بقلة اهتمام: " جميع النساء يبكين بلا سبب"
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaikh. "He surely knows the answer", he thought.
ظل الطفل الصغير حائرا، يتساءل لم تبك النساء؟!، واهتدى أخيرا إلى شيخ حكيم فسأله
"Ya Shaikh! Why do women cry so easily?"
" يا شيخ لم تبك النساء بسهولة؟"
He answered: "When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He 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. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He 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 lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers."
فأجابه الشيخ" لأن الله خلق المرأة لتكون مميزة، فهي تحمل العالم بأسره على عاتقها ،إلا أنها تملك حضنا رقيقا يبعث الراحة. لقد أعطاها الله قوة داخلية لتتحمل الولادة ورفض أطفالها.لقد أعطاها تلك الصلابة التي تجعلها تستمر في حين يستسلم الآخرون، وترعى أسرتها حتى وهي مريضة من غير تعب أو شكوى.لقد منحها الله حساسية المشاعر تجاه أطفالها فهي تحبهم في كل الظروف حتى وإن جرحوها بقسوة..وأعطاها الله القوة لتحمل زوجها إذا زلّ ،وخلقها من أحد أضلاعه لتحمي قلبه.وأعطاها الحكمة لتعرف أن الزوج الصالح لا يؤذي زوجته ولكنه يختبر قوتها في الوقوف بجانبه.وأخيرا أعطاها دمعة..لها وحدها لتستخدمها متى احتاجت. ذلك لا يحتاج إلى سبب أو تفسير..فالدمعة من أجلها هي.."
"You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, 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."
" كما ترى يا بني..جمال المرأة ليس بالملابس التي ترتديها أو جمال وجهها أو تسريحة شعرها..جمال المرأة يرى في عينيها لأنها المداخل لقلبها حيث يستقر الحب"
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
فهم الطفل جواب سؤاله،ولم يسأل ذلك السؤال بعدها مرة أخرى..