Why Women Cry

One day, a young boy asked his Mom. "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman" she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will, but that's okay."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does Mom 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 put in a call to God.
When God got back to him, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God answered,

"When I made woman, I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough
to carry the weight of the world,
yet her arms gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that many times will come,
even from her own children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going
and take care of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up,
through sickness and fatigue, without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children
under any and all circumstances,
even when her child has hurt her badly.
She has the very special power
to make a child's boo-boo feel better
and to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears.
I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults,
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know
that a good husband never hurt his wife
but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve
to stand beside him unfalteringly.
For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is her's to use whenever needed and is her only weakness."
"When you see her cry, tell her how much you love her
and all she does for everyone.
And even though she may still cry,
you will have made her heart feel good."
"She is special!"

The Missing Brick

Once, when I and my wife were traveling, I received a fax from my secretary.

“There’s one glass brick missing for the work on the kitchen renovation,’ she said. ‘I’m sending you the original plan as well as the plan the builder has come up with to compensate for it.”

On the one hand, there was the design my wife had made: harmonious lines of bricks with an opening for ventilation. On the other, there was the plan drawn up to resolve the problem of the missing brick: a real jigsaw puzzle in which the glass squares were arranged in a higgledy-piggledy fashion that defied aesthetics.

“Just buy another brick," wrote my wife. And so the did, and thus stuck to the original design.

That afternoon, I thought for a long time about what had happened; how often, for the lack of one brick, we completely distort the original plan of our lives.

Alone On The Road

When things get hard, let us not forget that - independent of race, color, social situation, beliefs, or culture - everyone has experienced exactly the same. A lovely prayer written by the Egyptian Sufi Master Dhu'l-Nun (d. AD 861) neatly sums up the attitude one needs to adopt at such times:

O God, when I listen to the voices of the animals, to the sound of the trees, the murmur of the water, the singing of the birds, to the rushing of the wind or to the rumble of thunder, I see in them evidence of Your unity; I feel that You are supreme power, supreme knowledge, supreme wisdom, supreme justice.

O God, I also recognize You in the difficulties I am experiencing now. God, let Your satisfaction be my satisfaction, and let me be Your joy, the joy that a Father takes in his child. And let me remember You with calmness and determination, even when it is hard for me to say: I love You.

Quote

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love".

... Washington Irving.

Many Lives, Many Masters

"Patience and timing . . . everything comes when it must come. A life cannot be rushed, cannot be worked on a schedule as so many people want it to be. We must accept what comes to us at a given time, and not ask for more. But life is endless, so we never die; we were never really born. We just pass through different phases. There is no end. Humans have many dimensions. But time is not as we see time, but rather in lessons that are learned".

A wisdom by one of the Masters through Catherine. This wisdom is taken from the book Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr. Brian Weiss.

The Notebook

I am nothing special of this I am sure.
I am just a common man with common thoughts.
There are no monuments dedicated to me
and my name will soon be forgotten.
But I've loved another with all my heart and soul,
and to me, that has always been enough.

~Nicholas Sparks

No Other Thoughts Exist

Repeating the name of Ranjha
I have become Ranjha myself.
O call me ye all "Dhido-Ranjha,"
Let no one call me Heer .
Ranjha is in me, I am in Ranjha,
No other thought exists in my mind.
I am not, He alone is.
He alone is amusing himself.



By : Bulleh Shah