Women Are Like Roses Wet With Dew a POEM

Women are like roses wet with dew

They fill our souls with freshness and pride,

and make the house blossom with pride, sophistication and sublimity.

They bring us the most beautiful meanings

to give us the sweetest wishes.

:: Purify a woman ::

She has the pride of the palm trees

And from the night comes its calmness ,

and from the morning comes its brightness.

The mint is jealous of her breaths,

and the night braids her hair. And

between her and her prayer rug, there is a state of love that

kisses her forehead every night as she listens to her prayers.

And all the whispers of love that explode within her feelings

mean nothing to her except that knight… her husband…

who invaded the kingdom of her heart lawfully and took possession of the treasure of her feelings.

She is the one who deserves to be the inspiration of poets.

A human being is like a dream, with her tenderness

you seek it in her integrity.

The ground changes color when she steps on it with her feet, so that the rainbow becomes

shy and disappears in the sky, embarrassed by her splendor.

The sadness around her turns into hope,

and she begins her day with joy with all those who made her sad. She

showers them with endless tenderness,

gathers their sorrows, and repairs their mistakes

until they imagine that she is the one who slipped, not their feet.

Then she burns

only to light up their lives ,

and although they often extinguish her with their sighs,

now her luminous self returns and burns again to light them up,

the one who carries within her the pride of motherhood.

She ran east to the sun, but darkness

betrayed her. She fled from it, but the light betrayed her. She

defies reality and fights petrification.

She walks the path,

swinging

, falling

, getting up, and

continuing on her way.

She is determined to reach the distant goal,

and she distances herself from getting involved in words and actions.

Despite the circumstances, she is as she wants,

a guiding star, leading those around her to an oasis of comfort

and a hope that lights up their dark paths.

Because she is alone and a mother of five children

who close their eyes at night, so she covers them with tenderness and

all that is left for her is to cover herself with worry and the sky.

In the morning,

she kneads bread for them from the water of her tears

and bids them farewell and prays for them

and remains alone

cooking on the fire of worry, and evaporates

and spins clothes from struggle, and diminishes

and distributes her joy to them, to be sad

and bear on her shoulders the fulfillment of their ambition, and breaks

and waits, and waits for

a day to come to erase the pain of patience,

then she goes out to the people in her most beautiful outfit and the sweetest smile

so that everyone envies her for her indifference

while her reality savagely cuts the strings of the heart.

She is the one who creates pride in men.

She did not leave the threshold of innocence except at the threshold of her husband’s house

and did not learn the arts of love except at his hands.

She loved him in her own way and according to her nature

and he loved her with her faults, rationality and innocent mistakes.

She is half realistic and half dreamy, half sane and

half crazy, half Bedouin and half civilized, half princess and

half prisoner, half woman and half child.

She combined thought, argument, chatter and flirting

until she made him swing between her world and her world,

between asceticism and love, between emotion and reason,

and between obsession and laughter

to become possessed in his hands and possessed within her folds.

She forgives his mistakes with all pride and overlooks his excesses with all calmness and

is rational with all seriousness his recklessness

to make him an exceptional husband full of quiet riot and tense calm

and makes him a dreamy, spontaneous, sensitive, strong, arrogant

, serious crazy man and a childish man.

It is not strange that she does all of that,

for she is honest in her feelings at a time when feelings are sold.

These are the best pleasures of the world.

HAD IT IN MY PHONE FOR A LONG TIME SO:emoji_6: