The creation of woman was meant to decor the world's interior, just to add a soft touch to the rocky contours upon the hard crust of the earth, and to stay as a partner to Adam, a blessing as a sister, a counselor as a better-half, a divine light as a mother, a source of delight as a daughter...Her wildness can be treated by some mildness, a fire to be handled with care using a safety valve, carrying in eyes the vagueness of delphic obscurities, her life is the happening one, no less than an epic, she is the primary color in the artist's palette with a myriad shades, the melody of a piper's notes that touch the heart, the metaphor of poets, interpreted in multiple meanings, a butterfly among the falcons...But now this is the time to refresh the profile of this mostly mishandled, misused rather abused being especially in the 3rd world countries, she is the one who should know well what are her boundaries and limits to be successful and safe in all terrible times...
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