Woman was made from the rib of man,
She was not created from his head to top him,
Nor form his feet to be stepped upon,
She was made from his side to be close to him,
From beneath his arm to be protected by him,
Near his :loving: heart :loving: to be loved by him.
After The Storm...
When the tide comes rolling in,
And the mighty oceans roar,
It can go on land so far
That is all, it goes no more.
When the storm clouds gather round us
And the great big raindrops fall,
Just so much will fall to earth
as it heeds Allah's call.
When the load becomes so heavy
That the body cries in pain,
Remember that this too will end
Like the ocean and the rain.
So adorn thyself with gladness,
Remember Allah is really there,
He takes time to feed the sparrow,
And He always answers prayer.
Woman was made from the rib of man,
She was not created from his head to top him,
Nor form his feet to be stepped upon,
She was made from his side to be close to him,
From beneath his arm to be protected by him,
Near his heart to be loved by him
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