Why Women Cry

“Why are you crying?” a young naujawan asked his mum.
“Because I’m a woman,” she told him.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
His mum just hugged him and said”
“And you never will”………
Later the boy asked his daddy,

“Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”
“All women cry for no reason” was all his daddy
could say……..

The little boy grew up and became a man, still
wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to WAHEGURU JI;
When he got on the phone, the
Man asked
“O WAHEGURU JI, why do women cry so easily?”

WAHEGURU said…
“When I made a women she had to be special. I made
her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world: yet, gentle enough to give comfort….
I gave her a inner strength to endure childbirth
and a rejection that many times comes from her children…..

I gave her hardness that allows her to keep going
when everyone gives up and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining…….
I gave her sensitivity to love her children
under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt them very badly…….
This same sensitivity helps her make a child’s boo-boo feel better and shares in their teenager’s anxieties and fears…….
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but
sometimes tests her strength and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

I also gave her a tear to shed, it’s hers
Exclusively to use whenever it is needed.
It’s not her weakness, it is her strength…
It’s a tear for mankind……….”

The beauty of women is not in the clothes she
Wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a women must be seen in her eyes, because that is the door way
to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of women is not in a facial mole, but the true beauty in women is
Reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows
The beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows!