I am talking about fairness and loyalty to women….. Written by Dr. Abbas Taha Hamza Subir – University of Khartoum
The woman is my beloved mother who carried me in her womb and here weakly and risked her life during my pregnancy….
This woman is my mother who endured pain during childbirth and risked her life giving birth to me…
The woman is my mother who breastfed me with her pure milk and through it she breastfed me with kindness and honesty and I learned from her the meaning of loyalty and return of favor….
The woman is my mother who spent nights ensuring my cleanliness, my health and my comfort without getting tired or bored. Rather, she does all this and is very happy and psychologically satisfied…
The woman is my compassionate mother who rejoices in my joy and is angry with my penis, because our soul is one, divided and united in two bodies…
The woman is my beloved wife and the mother of my children, of whom I spoke, and in the words of all men during the courtship, words of love that were not afflicted by the barrenness of the words. She gives birth every day. to a new sense of loyalty and a sense of emotional partnership So what did I say…
How can I leave you, how easy your love is…
There is no way they will forget your wishes and your promise will not be betrayed….
My heart belongs to you and my heart is yours…
I am guarded by my tenderness and I see you in your eyes…
Your ghost does not separate me from movement or stillness….
O source of feelings and inspiration for every poet, oh painting of the arts…
I don't see anyone else like you anywhere in the universe…
Who else is in love with you? Who is…
No one makes me happy except you and no one else…
Oh my hope, my life and my light
the eyes ….
I don't care if you say you love me and you're crazy…
I am very happy to say that I am fascinated by your love…
Let them say what you say, say it
My love for you is protected…
I pray between you and me, above me
Suspicions….
I prayed to my Lord for help…
It brings me and my beloved closer together, and we forget all our troubles….
We walk and live in a paradise far from all eyes…
We are happy to meet you and all my sorrows. The woman is my beloved mother who carried me in her womb, here in weakness, and risked her life during my pregnancy….
This woman is my mother who endured pain during childbirth and risked her life giving birth to me…
The woman is my mother who breastfed me with her pure milk and through it she breastfed me with kindness and honesty and I learned from her the meaning of loyalty and return of favor….
The woman is my mother who spent nights ensuring my cleanliness, my health and my comfort without getting tired or bored. Rather, she does all this and is very happy and psychologically satisfied…
The woman is my compassionate mother who rejoices in my joy and is angry with my penis, because our soul is one, divided and united in two bodies…
The woman is my beloved wife and the mother of my children, of whom I spoke, and in the words of all men during the courtship, words of love that were not afflicted by the barrenness of the words. She gives birth every day. to a new sense of loyalty and a sense of emotional partnership So what did I say…
How can I leave you, how easy your love is…
There is no way they will forget your wishes and your promise will not be betrayed….
My heart belongs to you and my heart is yours…
I am guarded by my tenderness and I see you in your eyes…
Your ghost does not separate me from movement or stillness….
O source of feelings and inspiration for every poet, oh painting of the arts…
I don't see anyone else like you anywhere in the universe…
Who else is in love with you? Who is…
No one makes me happy except you and no one else…
Oh my hope, my life and my light
the eyes ….
I don't care if you say you love me and you're crazy…
I am very happy to say that I am fascinated by your love…
Let them say what you say, say it
My love for you is protected…
I pray between you and me, above me
Suspicions….
I prayed to my Lord for help…
It brings me and my beloved closer together, and we forget all our troubles….
We walk and live in a paradise far from all eyes…
We are happy to meet you and any cruel person is easy…
We accept congratulations from each and every kind person…
He says: Congratulations to us on the money and the children…
The tears of our joy escape furtively from our eyelids…
The seedlings are watered with adversity and happiness in a thousand colors…
A woman is my sister and my sisters, and they are my little mothers. They carried me when I was young, washed my clothes when I was old and were partners in my joys and my sorrows…
Women are my aunts, my paternal aunts and my grandmothers, and they are my mother’s partners in raising me….
The woman is the widow and the bereaved, and it is she who does not blink until she is assured of the comfort of all the members of the family, and she is happy about it…
The gist of this statement is that anyone who says that women are half of society, but rather that they are part of the entire society, is ignorant and unfair. The Lord of His servants honored her in the Quran and created a surah for women. but did not assign a surah for men. The Prophet (may God's prayers and peace be upon him) honored her and ordered her to be in good company three times compared to once for men.
After all this advocacy of the woman who barely hears the deaf and speaks the mute, then to hell with any man who insults a woman or treats her with inferiority, forgetting or forgetting that he is the son of a woman and of his sister, paternal aunts and maternal aunts are all women…
Taking into account everything said in this strong plea, the judges unanimously decided to celebrate women not only on one day of the year, but every day of the year, i.e. 366 days…
May God protect our mothers, wives, sisters, aunts and grandmothers, and reward them abundantly in this world and in the hereafter…. Béhun….
We accept congratulations from each and every kind person…
He says: Congratulations to us on the money and the children…
The tears of our joy escape furtively from our eyelids…
The seedlings are watered with adversity and happiness in a thousand colors…
A woman is my sister and my sisters, and they are my little mothers. They carried me when I was young, washed my clothes when I was old and were partners in my joys and my sorrows…
Women are my aunts, my paternal aunts and my grandmothers, and they are my mother’s partners in raising me….
The woman is the widow and the bereaved, and it is she who does not blink until she is assured of the comfort of all the members of the family, and she is happy about it…
The gist of this statement is that anyone who says that women are half of society, but rather that they are part of the entire society, is ignorant and unfair. The Lord of His servants honored her in the Quran and created a surah for women. but did not assign a surah to men. The Prophet (may God's prayers and peace be upon him) honored her and ordered her to be in good company three times compared to once for men.
After all this advocacy of the woman who barely hears the deaf and speaks the mute, then to hell with any man who insults a woman or treats her with inferiority, forgetting or forgetting that he is the son of a woman and of his sister, paternal aunts and maternal aunts are all women….
Taking into account everything said in this strong plea, the judges unanimously decided to celebrate women not only on one day of the year, but every day of the year, i.e. 366 days…
May God protect our mothers, wives, sisters, aunts and grandmothers, and reward them abundantly in this world and in the hereafter….
Bye…..
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